The anatomy of Tom Waits

As shared by beloved KEXP DJ Kevin Cole. Love me some crusty old pirate tunes.

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We need you

“You need me a lot more than I need you.”

Those were the stinging words of an unhappy newspaper subscriber who called me on a late work night at The West Side Journal, a small community newspaper where I work as the editor. Continue reading

11 great horror movies made in the last 11 years

Article originally appeared in The West Side Journal’s Oct. 27, 2016, edition. I enjoyed writing it, so I thought I’d share.

There is nothing better than a great selection of movies and a large bowl of popcorn to properly enjoy your Halloween, so I’ve decided to provide you with a list of my favorite horror movies to watch this year.

Growing up, my dad and I used to sit down and watch the old black and white films during Halloween. They were the monster movies, usually starring the werewolf, Dr. Frankenstein, Count Dracula and other ghouls, like Vincent Price and his mustache. As much as I have grown to like those movies, I think we often overlook a lot of the more recent horror movies (and sometimes for good reasons).

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After Alton

Thoughts on Alton Sterling, the shooting of Baton Rouge Police officers and the next steps forward.

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Nothing has been the same in Baton Rouge since the death of Alton Sterling.

The sadness and frustration has been everywhere. It could only have been made worse by the murder of three innocent Baton Rouge police officers less than two weeks later.

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Nihilism and nachos

I was feeling a little kooky the other night. So I filmed myself making ground beef nachos ​with nihilistic quotes.
I should mention, the ground beef was still mostly frozen when I started cooking this. (Good stuff though. Grass fed.) 

My attempt at keeping the ground beef in the pan was pretty futile. My ingredients were also somewhat depressing (cheese, beans, beef and corn chips), hence the nihilism.
Truthfully, I was feeling a little down when I made this. Somehow it made me feel better though.
Also the nachos made me feel better. Nachos always make me feel better. 

Expect my exposé on Baton Rouge’s nacho scene soon.

Patriarchs and equestrians

IMG_2334This summer I had the opportunity to follow a trail ride in Louisiana. Being a native-born Washingtonian who’s only lived in the South for a little more than a year, the experience was one of the most uniquely Southern things I’ve ever done.

I pitched this story to the editor of Country Roads Magazine earlier this fall and had my piece published, alongside the images of a local photographer who has also been documenting the trail riders, Jeremiah Ariaz. 

There is so much to say about the trail riders, especially from my own personal perspective, but alas, there is only so much room to write in a magazine. My piece details the history and culture of the trail ride, how it has modernized over time, and how it is, at its core, a family tradition.

Traveling in the dead of July in South Louisiana (easily 110 fahrenheit or higher), I rode in between convoy of horses, golf carts and pickups, taking photos and chatting up some of the riders. The thing that got me about the event was how paternal the tradition was. As I saw fathers, young and old, riding alongside their sons, I was reminded me of going to “fish camp” with my dad back in Washington state.

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Reviewing HST and the 2016 and 1972 campaign trails

Freak power, or something.
Freak power, or something.

For years Hunter S. Thompson fans have told me how great “Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ‘72” is. With the presidential campaign in full swing I figured it would be a great read, but after finally finishing it, I am totally disappointed.

I’ve never been “heavily” into politics, but I assumed by picking up the book maybe I’d get a better sense for the topic. Maybe I’d get a better sense of HST himself. Maybe I got both. But in any case, the book was a total snooze, which sucks because I love HST.

I actually bought the book in 2010 while in Iraq. When I wasn’t bumping down a dirt road in Salah al-Din province I was reading packages of books that I purchased on Amazon. Since then I had been pulling “Campaign Trail” off the shelf, reading the opening chapter’s description of the Pennsylvania Turnpike and thumbing through Ralph Steadman’s erratic illustrations, only to tuck the book back on the shelf again.

This is a frequent issue for books I’m told I need to read, but have no serious interest in. (It took me years before I had the guts to finish “Lord Jim.”)

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