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She was an unknown legend in her time

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Travel writing, according to Ibn-e-Batuta “leaves you speechless and then turns you into a story teller”. You have to weave a story with your words, so that your readers can live vicariously through you. You have to add enough of yourself to it that it’s your unique spin on an experience millions have had. It should be vivid enough that your words jump off the paper, grab your reader by the hand and don’t let go till you’re done. Some of my favorite travel writers are Mark Twain (The innocents abroad) and Aldous Huxley (Jesting Pilate), though I can’t really hope to emulate these greats, they are my inspiration.

The perception of the states in my mind has been formed through a steady diet of American literature and cinema. If Agent Dale Cooper (Twin Peaks) and Kerouac (On the Road) have taught me anything it’s that freshly baked apple pie and piping hot coffee in a rustic old diner is what Americana is all about.

The other place would be a blues bar in New Orleans. Blues and psychedelia are my favorite types of music. Where the lights are turned down low as you listen to that familiar riff while a smooth, whiskey soaked voice laments about the bad hand life has dealt it.

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I heard Neil Young’s “unknown legend” and instantly knew it was about me. Specifically the line “She was an unknown legend in her time”, and though I don’t have long blond hair, I can totally see myself riding a Harley Davidson through a desert highway. I consider myself a free spirit whose wings have been clipped due to budgetary constraints

I thought about this long and hard. There are tons of places I’d like to visit. The Gugenheim and NY Met, rock’n’roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Burning man in San Francisco, Comic Con in San Diego, Café Wha? In NY just because that’s the place where so many great musicians got their break.

If I could’ve been born in a different era it would’ve been the 60’s. The music, the fashion, the whole hippie philosophy speaks to me. I can relate to it, karma, positive thinking, oneness with the universe, et al. I love to read, travel, listen to music, write, sketch, paint. I recently bought a typewriter because the only way to write a manuscript is on a typewriter. I also own a beautiful turntable and some priceless vinyls. I promise you I’m not a hipster, though. Just a really old soul born in the wrong era.

I love visiting places with rich culture and lots of history. I have lead a fairly sheltered life and this will be my opportunity to explore on my own, to meet new people and open up to new possibilities and experiences. I have had some heart break in my life, who doesn’t?! But I think now is the time for me to take life by the horns (groan, right? After my rant about bull fighting!) and really live! This could be a life-changing experience for me and in this moment I can think of nothing that would make me happier.

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all geared up for a psychedelic experience…

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so tomorrow we take off for qatar and a week after arriving we go to Makka inshaAllah for Umrah. a lot of people have told me what to expect, if i could sum it up in a few words i’d say it would be something surreal, ethereal and other worldly. the spiritual equivalent to what people experience at burning man. did i just equate Umrah to burning man?? blasphemy! but i’m sure God knows what i’m talking about so it’s all good! He gets me… i hope it helps me get out of this funk, this jadedity (yeah, i make up words when the need arises, deal!)

for some reason my close friends have gotten awfully touchy and bitchy of late… they all need to be told all the goings on of my life at the same exact second or the one who’s told a second later takes offence, which seems an awfully moronic use of one’s time and self indignation, especially when the goings on of my life aren’t even that interesting, but i guess that’s just me, laid back people like me just don’t get what all the bruhaha is about. my friends make me sad, sometimes i take a look around the table and think to myself ‘in all the years of my life this is what i’ve been able to accumalate?’ and then drown my sorrows in whatever comes handy…