Landlore: Alternative Travel Lifestyles

Squats - Hostel Sedona [Closed]: Sedona, Arizona draws in travelers from all around the world. When I was there in 2004, there was a shaman named Andre staying in the hostel who'd come all the way from Russia. I haven't checked the world map in the last few hours, but, when last I checked, Russia wasn't what you'd call "in walking distance" from Sedona. I don't know though... opinions vary. Sedona once had a hostel. It was real. I saw it. Hell, I even have a picture... a very, very bad quality picture. I'll be sure to assail you with that here in a bit. But that's not the point. The point is that they once had a hostel. While it was everything that you would want in a hostel, it was faced with two hard facts: no buses or other means of transport bring travelers into the city who would normally stay at a hostel; and, the amount of traffic it did draw wasn't enough to compete with escalating land prices. Just months after I left in '04, t...

This talented 12 year old girl handed in a Zombie Haiku for her assignment... and got into trouble with her school over it. Read for yourself, this is awesome! Zombie Haiku by Miss Tuesday Cain Murder of the mind, ...all the zombies will have died. Blood will fall like rain. [poster version below] Spread the word. If you love creativity, individuality and/or zombies, get this out to others who share the same love. Let peeps know that this is NOT trouble, this is talent! Just no biting! ...unless you're already a zombie. Also on: [ Tumblr ] [ Facebook ] [ Twitter ] [ Twitpic ] [ reddit ] This image is under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike License, so feel free to tweet it, blog it or even modify it. While I designed it for her, I would prefer attribution go to Miss Tuesday Cain. It's her poem and her story. Click on the poster to go to Flickr. Note : This week's RoadNews is a bit different, but creativity, individuality and self-expression are ...

Untitled by Qynn Vee Lesson - The moment that changes everything : You've been at the carnival for some time now. You've ridden the rides, you've laughed with your friends, and you've had more than your fair share of funnel cake. In fact, you shouldn't've shared that cotton candy a few minutes ago. You can feel it. The day has worn you out. You're ready to leave... except there's that one "friend" who wants to stay. Isn't there always? Your desire to leave is less than their desire to stay, and so you stay. Day drags towards nightfall. You feel you could almost pass out or throw up, whichever comes first. Then it happens. The sun begins to set. The sky itself begins to color and dim. Is it just you, or has the fair become more quiet? Finally, as the last light of the day looses its hold on the night, the electric neon world of the carnival bursts into vivid life. Rides, booths, restaurants and games all explode in new colors of light...

Speakeasy - Starstruck, NYC, NY : When the 2K ball-drop was approaching, my friend Marf 'n I got it into our skulls that we should see the ball drop in New York City. We couldn't afford the trip, but we went anyway. That left us homeless on the streets of NYC for two weeks. One of the places that gave us shelter was a little Eurodeli just a block or so away from Time Square, directly towards Hell's Kitchen. This little 24-hour diner served everything from a cheap burger to a pricey plate 'o lobster. Everyone but the cooks were Italian, and, coincidentally enough, were all called "Nick". Hmmm. And the Mexican cooks were all called "Cookie". Nn'huh. When my friend Marf and I discovered this little jewel, we immediately had suspicions of mafioso activity. After seeing money changing pockets following a dog race, we were pretty much sure. Then there was the random guy who walked in, said nothin' to no one, walked downstairs with a duffel bag, t...