“People in Waikiki are crazy, man. They walk around looking at their feet.” He was a massive Hawaiian guy with a bracelet of spears tattooed around his biceps. He was talking to a couple of punk rock haole kids on Kalakaua Avenue on a busy Friday night. I looked over and smiled at him, he …
I want to write a song about travel. About how it doesn’t matter how many countries you’ve been to or what camera lens you looked through at that far away place. About how all that matters is when you step outside of the airport the first time in that far away place, the weight of …
“We’d love to have you,” said the email. “Come in through the side entrance of the school at 7pm, we’ll be there. And yes, we have loaner ukuleles.” I bundled up, as one does. I put on my big boots and my giant parka and I stuffed my little camera into an interior pocket. I …
It’s been a while since I’ve bothered with inside baseball; I’ve been busy working. But this landed in my inbox, followed by a pitch about “blogger outreach” advice, so it feels timely. I’ve excluded the initial pitch letter which essentially said, “We’re X brand and launching our blogger ambassador program.” I responded with “Tell me …
There is nothing quite like the feeling of getting into a taxi in a place you do not know. I like to hand the address of my hotel to the driver, and then, lean back and watch the skyline — such as it is — go by. I have done this in Los Angeles and …