You meet all sorts of characters on the road, from hard partying hostelers to deep thinking bus seatmates. Sometimes you’ll even meet a great character by the side of the road, like the sole practitioner of this roadside dentistry operation I encountered in India:
But by far the favorite character I’ve ever met in all of my travels has got to be the failed English clown I found battling his way through a life of abject misery in a Lisbon hostel. Naturally, I felt at once sympathetic, concerned, and a great urge to run away as fast as my non-oversized red shoes would take me.
In The Travels and Tribulations of a Failed Clown, posted on the lovely travel site, Fathom Way to Go, I detail the experience in full nose-honking detail. Go on, click the link. I promise not to squirt you with this plastic flower I’ve pinned to my lapel.
(Sorry, just had to get in one more clown joke. Enjoy!)
If Hollywood movies have anything to say about it, moving in with someone is asking for high tragedy or an odd fellows romantic comedy, not least because of all that stuff you have to combine into one. But that, I attest, is only if you’re psycho about your space, and/or you’re possibly a hoarder.
In this article up at Geek and Jock, I present a few tips I’ve gleaned from my experiences combining households in semi-peaceful manners. I left out all of the pranks I wanted to pull on Stephen, like leaving creepy porcelain dolls in unexpected spaces. Just…Staring…That’s for Part Deux of this article series: How to Seriously Creep Your Partner Out.
So, yes! Go and read!
Way back in ought seven, (was it really that long ago?), I got to do some pretty cool things. Like work in London, backpack around the world, and meet enough characters to fill the pages of my writing for the rest of my life.
But, perhaps more important than that, I started a minor global protest of a major coffee chain. And by that I mean, it was major to me and I was traveling around the globe at the time. All went well, until I met match. I won’t give the climax of the story away here, but let’s just say, “Baked goods” and leave it at that.
I’ve written about my (ridiculous) hero’s journey in this recent article: A Coffee Addict’s Tale of Woe. Read it, empathize, judge me, whatever, and know that when it comes to coffee. I. Don’t. Stand. Down.
(Until I do).
Friends and family to whom I sent regular emails about my travels, may recall this story. It’s not “Dishrack Girl,” but it’s pretty close. Thanks to Daily Shot of Coffee for the print!
Woohoo! (Did you know there’s a Wikipedia entry for Woohoo?). Another piece in Blackheart Magazine!
It’s called Bulbs and it’s about energy efficient solutions…for the heart. Oh just read it.
Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on lately. I’ve been trying to find a home for this Seattle-inspired piece, The Freeways Between Us, for years, and voila! Now it’s up!
Check it out here at Marathon Literary Review.
If you enjoy sisters who love and hate each other and girls who wander through cityscapes musing about berries, man is this the story for you. I hope when you finish reading it you will like this little bit of news as much as I do!