Landlore: Alternative Travel Lifestyles

She texted. We kicked her out. : Reason #7,202 to Love Austin : The standing "No A55H0L3$" policy. If a peep wants to make an ass outta themselves, they need to go to a national franchise where it's allowed. In Austin, our "Keep Austin Weird" culture owns too many stores, making weird versions of almost any chain you can imagine. A$$holez ain't allowed here, and it can border on violence when those worlds collide. The Alamo Drafthouse is Austin's weird version of a theater, and it's consistently listed as the top theater in the nation. This is an actual recording of a customer who got herself ejected from the theater for texting during the movie. That's right, chica, welcome to the pavement... and get outta Austin. Note : We also have signs in weird shops that state things like, "There is an additional $10 charge for being an a55h0le." There are also buttons on our registers to back these claims. All the tattoos and piercings you...

Toroweap Outlook by Kantiki Story - Docking the Canyon, Pt 2, It tastes like burning : Before getting flushed outta the Grand Canyon , my brother Skybreak and I ran into a different problem. We were running out of food and water. Now, we're pretty hardy survivors and we'd rationed for a few days... but the end was in sight. We decided to take one last hike in the canyon, then cook up an actual feast with our remaining rations. On our hike, I joked with Skybreak about the chipmunk that he'd been hallucinating for days. He would shout out, "Oh, there it is!" Then, when I went to look, he'd add, "Oh, no, it's gone." The Ghost Chipmunk had been a source of laughter for days. I was a little sad when I actually caught sight of the little bugger on our last day. It really was quick. As soon as it knew we'd spotted it, the Ghost Chipmunk darted back into the red rocks of the canyon. In the desert, your water consumption goes up by about four o...

[Excerpt from "Landlore, V1". Final writings may vary in the book.] Story - These are your knees; kneel : Zithel once made a life outta hiking around to various Phish concerts, hitting a rave or two along the way. His sister Lolo's still out hiking to this very day. Though under the awning of the house we were squatting at the time, the thick rain came down with so much force that it splashed up a mist that'd already soaked our legs. At the time, it was only Zithel and I, soaking wet and drinking up the pure energy of a rather violent Texas storm. With a gleam in his eyes, Zithel said, "I love storms." "Love... love! storms!" I affirmed. Zithel exhaled a long plume of smoke and sighed. That was all the agreement I needed... but I wasn't done. I'd hit upon the very connection that I'd been grasping for. "It's disasters! I love the Earth in turmoil... shaking, splashing, howling... roaring! ...as if to tell us she's st...

As it turns out, all my efforts to learn French have been unnecessary. I needed only a single word. If you want to learn French and/or want to go to France, then you need this word as well. Mad thanks to Lili, who's been trying to drill this word into me and who tipped me off to this excellent video: Learn French in One Word by The Observing Participant

Toroweap Rainbow by Kantiki Story - Docking the Canyon, Pt 3, Flushed : It's the Grand Canyon. I can't just start off with how we flash-cooked a pot of beans and rice along with our eyebrows... and it wouldn't be as fun to kick it off with the side of the mountain that we climbed in our sedan to get to this place. So we'll kick it off with the storm that flushed us out of the Canyon. In all honesty, my brother Skybreak and I were blissfully ignorant to the full scope of the ruin that had been brought to the canyon in our wake. To us, the sprinkling rain and showers had been a refreshing change from the heat of the day, lasting long enough to cool us as we hiked, then picking up the pace when we began to drive back outta the canyon. It wasn't until we got back to civilization that we were met with one message after another asking if we were alive. Tiki : "Should we tell 'em we're dead?" Skybreak : "I'll tell them you died and I carr...

Story - A Dab of Mayo on a Big, Big Apple : Before the smoking bans came to NYC, a peep could find warm shelter for a smoke at the TGIF just off o' Broadway. That's where my friend Marf 'n I were innocently pounding coffin nails into our lungs... where we'd cross paths with one o' the most interesting characters we'd ever meet... a Dutchmen named Weird... Richard d'Weird. And how did we meet him? Oh... this is good... From down the bar, we heard someone asking the bartender, "Where are your prostitutes?" Now, prostitution may be just another aspect of life in some Asian cultures, 'n just another marketable product in The Netherlands, but in America it's no bueno... es muy muy bad. The Puritans who replaced this land's native population weren't too hot on sex... prostitution even less... throwin' around words like "sin", "crime" and "witchcraft". Whatever corncob they had stuck up their ass, it ...

Photo by 73k Note : As the first book in the series nears completion, I wanted to share an actual excerpt from the writings (and as written in English Vulgar). Enjoy! Story -- NYC2K : We live in a time of legends. A single person can cross the globe and it won't even make headlines. I can check into a hostel in Mexico and videochat with someone at a hostel in Amsterdam... and neither of us will pay a penny for it. We've seen the turning of the millennium, the coming of 2K, and we'll even witness the 2012 apocalypse. If we don't survive that last one... well... I loved you all. XOXO Kisses! I've never been much of a spectator. I wanna be right up in the action with everyone else. I'm more into the mosh pit than I am the rafters... 'n Heaven forbid anyone ever let me on the stage. It's that drive to "be right up in it" that forced my hand to buy a ticket to New York City for the 2K balldrop. No one cared that it wasn't the new millenniu...