Yet another cultural delight. Puerta Vallarta mexico is referred to, by many coasties as party villarty. Once again heading off the beaten path, away from the tourist area you can find a deep rich heritage in the culture here. One of the current focuses is dia de los muertos, essentially Mexican halloween for those of you who don't know. This particular holiday inspires an artistic taste that has already begun dotting this sculpture speckled city. Another thing that many don't know is that the tequilla we get in america is garbage compared to the true blue agave spirits distilled in mexico. This is yet another area of the world I would suggest to any one. The only problem with this particular city is that, given it is a tourist area, a full wallet is a necessity here
Thursday, July 17, 2014
This short port call has given me a new lease on sanity, even if certain unnamed individuals tried their best to rid me of anything resembling sanity just prior to arriving. Soon I will be back in America with the girl I love for a short break before this ship sails again. The saddest part of this stop in such a wonderful place, is that I have been forced to use it as a stepping stone to and end result and not its own adventure. The hard part is almost over, true peace will soon be returning to this tattered soul. So until I am able to post again stay safe and stay sane.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Truth is that there are a lot of vultures out there that create a truly interesting concoction of psychos that make up the majority of craigslist. In all reality if there is a posting on craigslist that sounds too good to be true, it is.
Prime example, my motorcycle. I got a 2002 Honda shadow in good shape for less than 2 grand. Custom exhaust, chromed out, new tires the works. Went and checked it out, everything looked great. Ride it for a month or so everything is great. I decide that I want to go for a long, beautiful ride. So, I ride from Alameda CA to Yosemite national park (4 hours away 5.5 by motorcycle). On my way out of Yosemite my exhaust starts to sound funny and my phone is dying. "of course." I ride 5 miles before I find a place to pull over in the fading light to discover that one of my super cool, custom exhaust tips is missing. I ride back and amazingly, find it intact. So, I put it in my back pack and ride 5 plus hours with my exhaust tip poking out of my back pack. Turns out that the tip itself was simply packed with shims and held on only by the bracket on the frame of the bike. Of course it fell off.
Friday, July 4, 2014
The thing that has always gotten me about the fireworks (aside from the end result bearing striking resemblance to battle wounds) is that they are designed to be a showy recreation of battle. Now, i know this is going to sound cold and a bit messed up, but when you spend 8 hours a day staring at water you tend to think a bit more bluntly than most. This all leads me up to one question.
Does it strike any one else as a little messed up? The celebration of the beginning of a full out war is marked with a simulation of battle. I can follow the barbecues, and family togetherness (it is what was fought for). However, a flash back for a shell shocked veteran doesnt exactly strike me as an appropriate celebration of what they did to protect our independance.
Just food for thought.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
I have now spent way too much time staring at water. A phenomena that i never even heard of has ocoured. I have spent so much time staring at the same color that i no longer even register it as a color. That is the only way i can think of to describe it. However, when you get down to it, a military vessel is not exactly known for it's good scenery. Blue and white, two colors that have grown to fill me with stomach churning disgust
418 ft of steel. That is currently my floating piece of existence. I have taken to painting more often than i used to simply because i am tired of staring at blue. Another interesting thing is that too much time locked in a cage is stifling to creativity. For the first month and a half it actually spawned creativity. The CG giveth and the CG taketh away I guess. I would have gone mad weeks ago if it wasn't for the books i brought with me. Epic fantasy they call it (probably because any series is an epic undertaking).
I can only press on in hopes that when i get back you all will love my stories enough to allot me the time to continue to write. I have discovered that it is not necessarily the story it's self that people love to read. It is the wave of emotion, atatchment, and a re-discovery of imagination that draws eyes toward fantasy. Until i can get all of my ducks in a row i will post some short stories that i have written. Please tell me (honestly) what you think about them.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
I have finished writing one book, Anasazi's Nightmare. It is safe to say that i like writing a hell of alot more than editing. Once back in the states i hope to be finished with the editorial process of that book and attempting to get it on the shelf for your reading pleasure.
As with any other author's blog i will be posting updates as to the progress of the nightmare (lovingly named after it's conception for being a royal pain in the ass) as well as all other books i'm working on. Once back in the states i will also be creating a facebook page dedicated to my writing, and photography.
I am currently working on the beginning of a whole new series (series yet to be named) the first book however is called Wrath of Pandora. So, as of now that is about my introduction. I love questions so please ask them and i look forward to sharing what will most likely be way too much with all of you.
Here's to the start of something beautiful.