Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Land Arts Atacama Lab
I participated in the Atacama Lab land arts program, which was a collaborative effort between the University of Texas and INCUBO, an art oriented organization in Chile. After a conference in Santiago, we ventured on a 10 day field work class to the Atacama.
Friday, November 17, 2006
cleaning the fridge
I spent a few days in Phoenix, AZ with two long-time friends (Jeremy and Bob) and had a great time. Unfortunately, their refrigerator needed some cleaning. I noticed a lime (though I wasn't sure what it was on first inpection) and thought I'd try my hand at some improv food photography. Appetizing, eh?




Sunday, June 04, 2006
bicycling in Central America
there are plenty more pictures, stories and all of the above at www.spinningsouthward.com. The 1000+ miles that I covered pales in comparison to my friends who are going from Alaska to Argentina and raising $50,000 for the National Brain Tumor Foundation. A few highlights below...
southern Nicaragua was a breeze

climbing up into Monteverde - no words, just lumpy roads, hills, and lots of pushing - perfection

crossing into Nicaragua at sunset on a nice bridge donated by the Japanese

push on Mike - about another mile

crossing the Rio Rincon, a place where bull sharks like to spawn

Favorite dish: Gallo pinto con hueves fritos y queso fresco. Oh, y uno cafe. ("spotted rooster" - rice/beans with a fried egg and fresh cheese. Also, a coffee) This was fuel every morning in Costa Rica. Sometimes at lunch and dinner too.
Best meal: landing the elusive nacatamales in San Jorge, before catching a ferry to Isla de Ometepe. The extras we purchased stayed warm for dinner.
Worst meal: Two days later, our last meal in Nicaragua, was laden with greasy pork and countless shards of bone. (or the fish soup that was actually fish head soup - no body, just pure fish head and broth)
Best bargain meal: 5 beers and dinner (although a skimpy one) for under 5 US dollars in Las Lajas, Panama
Craziest camp site: amidst trash and overly damp grass behind a run down convenience store 40km from Panama City (the generators still worked and the pumped noisily at 4am)
Scariest moment: getting clipped and runover (just the trailer) alone at night in Santiago. While worried, I was helped by many kind strangers.
Surreal time: Diving into massive waves at night under an ominous sky - storms in the distance. Flashlights and a search for a body on land.
Superman?: Harold the German we met who biked from Alaska to Panama City (and onward to Argentina) in Levi's jeans. No shorts. No other pants. Just Levi's.
southern Nicaragua was a breeze

climbing up into Monteverde - no words, just lumpy roads, hills, and lots of pushing - perfection

crossing into Nicaragua at sunset on a nice bridge donated by the Japanese

push on Mike - about another mile

crossing the Rio Rincon, a place where bull sharks like to spawn

Favorite dish: Gallo pinto con hueves fritos y queso fresco. Oh, y uno cafe. ("spotted rooster" - rice/beans with a fried egg and fresh cheese. Also, a coffee) This was fuel every morning in Costa Rica. Sometimes at lunch and dinner too.
Best meal: landing the elusive nacatamales in San Jorge, before catching a ferry to Isla de Ometepe. The extras we purchased stayed warm for dinner.
Worst meal: Two days later, our last meal in Nicaragua, was laden with greasy pork and countless shards of bone. (or the fish soup that was actually fish head soup - no body, just pure fish head and broth)
Best bargain meal: 5 beers and dinner (although a skimpy one) for under 5 US dollars in Las Lajas, Panama
Craziest camp site: amidst trash and overly damp grass behind a run down convenience store 40km from Panama City (the generators still worked and the pumped noisily at 4am)
Scariest moment: getting clipped and runover (just the trailer) alone at night in Santiago. While worried, I was helped by many kind strangers.
Surreal time: Diving into massive waves at night under an ominous sky - storms in the distance. Flashlights and a search for a body on land.
Superman?: Harold the German we met who biked from Alaska to Panama City (and onward to Argentina) in Levi's jeans. No shorts. No other pants. Just Levi's.
TCs Lounge
Intro to this new technology
To appease all the fan(s) out there, this will be a place to keep you all posting on my picture taking. There are quite a few backlogged stories that I hear people craving for. They will come in due time.. They will come.
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