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Bali, 2014: Chapter 1, Another Leap into the Indonesian Void
October 19, 2014 Los Angeles, California Every time I go on a long trip overseas, say for a month or more, I get really anxious. I know it has to do with letting go... of routine, and hurling myself into the unknown cosmos. Even when I've been there before. And own a home where I'm going. What right do I have to complain, be anxious, right? Still.... I'm afraid! That I'll forget something (I will), afraid I'll get sick (maybe) and not have the right meds in the 3rd world (who knows?). I'm afraid of not knowing. Afraid I'll be bored. Afraid I'll fight with my wife. Not entertain th
Bali, 2014: Chapter 2, 9 Lives and Letting Go in My Banana Field
October 21, 2014 Mimba Village, near Padangbai, Bali, Indonesia The immediate reward of travel is perspective and being forced to let go. Don't learn quickly and BOOM! You're down. It didn't take me more than 60 seconds on my freedom-loving motorbike to - crash and hit the dirt road. Again! Just like last time, 2 years ago. When I had a head on collision. Ok, this time it wasn't head on; just a hop on the bike 5 minutes after arriving at the very remote rural villa in the dark, after a 22 hour flight (left Sunday night, arrived Tuesday afternoon, losing 15 hours across the in
Bali, 2014, Chapter 3, “Percaya”
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Bali, 2014: Chapter 4, Greetings from the Island of the Gods
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The Gentrifcation of Mi Barrio, Echo Park
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