tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43927989126462771292024-03-08T04:35:08.061-08:00TravelPantstravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-2125681727517956742009-04-30T09:41:00.000-07:002009-05-11T23:03:23.730-07:00Copenhagen - written April 2008Smell - brisk, fresh air, fall, sausages and kebobs, the fried deliciousness of 'teacher sticks' at Tivoli, flowers, and the moldy musk of a thawing ground.Taste - zesty balsamic mixed with a smooth creamy cheese clump, but lightened by the watery crunch of lettuce. mostly light and healthy tiny portions with the occasional greasy chicken of a kebob. the hint of vanilla lightly perfuming lovely travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-50292798771513676462009-04-23T21:00:00.000-07:002009-04-23T21:48:11.039-07:00California Dreamin' In Midwestern Hearts‘The Golden State’...this sprawling state is named that for multiple reasons, the most obvious being the Gold Rush, but once you get here there are so many other reasons one never thought of. The sunshine, golden opportunities, and the amount of gold it costs to live here. Coming from 'The Buckeye State' myself that nickname leaves very little room for interpretation. Since moving out here I havetravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-58735893779710024142009-03-31T19:46:00.000-07:002009-03-31T20:25:32.497-07:00surfthe bands of muscles strapped across my shins unleashed a burning scream against the current wanting to waver like strands of seaweed in the tide. if i let myself stop and pay attention to my body it was heaving. my lungs were burning, filling my mouth with the taste of metallic blood as if i had just finished the annual high school mile. and when I went to use my arms they shook and wobbled travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-86509492806258346342009-03-14T21:07:00.000-07:002009-03-16T22:12:48.260-07:00Maria FordeLooking at Maria Forde's drawings I was certain of one thing...I wanted to be her friend. Her show at Needles and Pens on Friday night consisted of a series of drawings with cut out bits of text bearing advice from each person pictured, such as, "Please recycle", and, "My mom says you should never buy a new car". Each sketch was simple, but beautifully rendered bearing each pencil mark and brush travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-64950059367153449222009-03-10T00:22:00.000-07:002009-03-11T08:55:11.588-07:00"I Always Like It Hard!"As most of you know I am working at a lovely little travel store in Hayes Valley. The store is cleverly designed like the cabin of an airplane with rounded corners curving over the five hundred dollar Jack Spade bags and twirling racks of travel books. The crowed that frequents this store is pretty tame for the most part ranging from poodle toting all male couples to families just passing the travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-54818932459624625922009-02-17T17:52:00.000-08:002009-02-18T15:49:40.699-08:00The Awkward WaltzYesterday I went to lunch with my friend Lisa. We walked to this generic lunch spot that actually has good salads and lentil dishes that I get mostly every day. I held the door for her, and as I did, this short, rotund, black Time Warner Cable lady approached standing in the opposite direction. So there I am, standing there, holding the door for her as well. I was like "After you..." She replied travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-88519835259173958612009-02-02T13:35:00.000-08:002009-02-02T13:57:38.466-08:00Tough Love from the UniverseAs you can probably tell from my previous post I am searching for clues to unlocking my future. I have recently abandoned the notion that fate is a farce and coincidence is reality...my life is piloted by fate these days and applying some higher meaning to most events. Moving to one of the most expensive cities about four weeks ago with high hopes and finding absolutely no work has probably lead travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-55851999792384282922009-01-27T09:41:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:31:47.317-08:00Your Gut Can Tell You Amazing Things When It's Not HungryGoing with my gut was sort of the theme of my existence yesterday. There is a rather pressing decision on my current horizon of whether or not I should join my family in the Bahamas. Of course I want to go, but money is an issue, plus, I am still trying desperately to stay put, get a job, and be normal. My very understanding and intuitive flat mate, who would be joining me on this excursion, toldtravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-37413795262777403572009-01-24T11:26:00.001-08:002009-01-24T11:39:55.393-08:00Obama Ave.I am sure many of you are sick of Obama, and how Obama-saturated my updates tend to be, but this Obama story was too good not to report. As we all know, he was inaugurated into the White House on Tuesday. San Francisco was buzzing with joy, people were permitted to come into work late, and his voice seemed to linger in the air everywhere you went. This story starts with a very long street that travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-56229118810975255342009-01-20T11:04:00.000-08:002009-01-20T11:29:16.174-08:00SproutingThey say a rolling stone gathers no moss. Well, I have stopped rolling recently and I'm learning how to grow moss again. I am learning that this kind of moss does not grow in sunlight; it grows while being in the gaze of the same people day in and day out. It grows in being a consistent presence in someone's life. I feel this soft green covering growing when a consistent joke crops up among my travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-49355364971085834492008-12-08T20:37:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:47:26.707-08:00On a Train : April 2008These train yards, houses, shacks, look uninhabitable. Like ancient burnt out relics. I would like to walk across this countryside of Bulgaria. Follow the stream to Romania. The solid green fields butting up against the pure blue sky brings me back to kindergarten. I see pages from a coloring book. Flat blocks of color. Trying to stay in the lines. At this rate we are never going to get to travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-17028150598457474242008-11-14T09:58:00.000-08:002008-11-17T14:47:35.449-08:00When Chinese Root Canals CrashI have no doubt that every one of you has experienced the challenge of returning to your “real life” after a long and exquisite vacation. Well, I recently returned to my life that is not exactly real at the moment because I live in China. There was nothing fictional about the amazing month I had just spent traveling in Southeast Asia with my boyfriend, but as all good things must end, he boarded travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-67272163945653293572008-11-13T18:46:00.000-08:002008-11-13T18:49:11.139-08:00Now I am SpoiledJury duty is the hugest load of North American hooey I have ever experienced! The whole thing is totally disorganized, and incredibly inefficient. I suppose I am spoiled after working on the largest and most organized political campaign in history. President-elect Barack Obama raised record amounts of funds using the internet, and mobilized millions of people worldwide. Somehow he still managed travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-76799235075362385922008-11-05T21:58:00.000-08:002008-11-05T22:04:16.282-08:00From The Horse's Mouth: Wednesday, Nov. 5, 2008Rosa sat so Martin could walk, Martin walked so Barack could run, and Barack is president so ALL our children can fly.Thank you for joining me on this historic journey.There will be more adventures soon...Love,travel-pantstravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-61656161544663545112008-11-03T08:10:00.001-08:002008-11-03T08:34:28.399-08:00From The Horse's Mouth: Saturday, Nov. 1, 2008"Obama wants to kill our unborn children! He wants to give abortions out like candy! Jesus does not want us killing babies! And what would happen to our population? There would be no people left! I am voting for McCain!"I explained a few fundamental facts about the global population, and the difference between being pro-choice and pro-abortion. Then we chatted about the escalating price of gas, atravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-71768533863342917732008-10-31T20:40:00.000-07:002008-11-01T17:29:12.605-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Friday, Oct. 31Tonight I was having a very interesting and important discussion with Barbra in Elyria, OH when her husband John strolled into the room and shouted at me as he passed through, "If your for Obama, your a socialist. Get out of my house! You are not welcome here!" Barbra tried to use her little voice to shush him up, but he just kept ranting over her like a crazed maniac. As Barbra shooed me out thetravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-69279621738260474052008-10-31T07:59:00.001-07:002008-10-31T08:04:31.995-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Thrusday, Oct. 30"McCain has got experience, but in stealin' money, and I don't have any! This election is making history and I never thought I would live to see it. These past few months with Obama running for president have restored my pride in being American." - David - 45 - Euclid, OHtravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-62349777614303346562008-10-30T06:51:00.000-07:002008-10-30T07:24:47.443-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Wednesday, Oct. 29Joshua tried to slam the door in my face. He pulled the door open in anger and demanded I explain myself immediately. I fumbled over my words, trying to be kind, while explaining that I was not selling anything. Finally he exclaimed, "What could be so important that you need to interrupt me during Barack Obama's infomercial!" I took a quick sigh of relief and smiled and said, "I'm with Obama's travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-50207964171555260882008-10-29T07:40:00.000-07:002008-10-29T07:48:33.773-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Tuesday, Oct. 28"Obama was born in Kenya and then his mother flew him to Hawaii the day after and had a duplicate birth certificate made." Everett exclaimed furiously.Already knowing the answer I calmly inquired, "Really? Where did you hear this?""On the radio." He shortly answered"Did Rush Limbaugh have anything to do with this idea about Obama?" I said in jest.He didn't think it was funny and asked me to leave.travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-14501907969814308342008-10-29T07:39:00.000-07:002008-10-29T07:40:36.106-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Monday, Oct. 27Sick day. Sorry, no updates from Cleveland. Although, it is snowing here!travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-66288952980815990892008-10-28T07:35:00.000-07:002008-10-28T07:42:40.230-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Sunday, Oct. 26"I flew planes with John McCain during the war.""Wow! Really? That is exciting. So do you plan to vote for your buddy John in the presidential election?""Um, no...we may have fought in the war together, but he would just make this economy crash even more then it already has if he got into the White House." - War Veteran - Middleburg Heights, OHtravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-81217757184011860422008-10-27T07:00:00.000-07:002008-10-27T16:12:18.955-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Saturday, Oct. 25The life of a canvasser is not elegant, or glamorous. We battle the elements everyday from rain, snow, sleet, land-mines of dog poop, slamming doors, extremely awkward situations, and above all the American public. Sometimes these interactions are a joy, they remind me of what I am out here freezing my ass off fighting for, other times I am not so lucky. I still remember meeting Frank in Parma, travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-33055952569491123152008-10-25T07:00:00.000-07:002008-10-25T07:04:54.718-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Friday, Oct. 24"Its too bad terrorists will be taking over this country. And no, I will not be voting for Barack Osama!" - Nancy - 57 - Bedford, OHtravelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-75334696214041498802008-10-25T06:55:00.000-07:002008-10-25T07:00:28.163-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Thrusday, Oct. 23"Whoever fills this next presidential seat is doing America a huge favor. It seems that the presidents go into the White House with dark hair and by the time they come out it has turned gray." - Amber - 46travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392798912646277129.post-70472658305488932622008-10-24T08:45:00.000-07:002008-10-24T08:57:11.079-07:00From The Horse's Mouth: Wednesday, Oct. 22Old people seem to be the heros of this election. I met another oldie, but goody today named George. He is 97, and pushin' death, which he mentioned quite frequently in our conversation. In regards to the election he said,"I'm not gonna be here much longer, and I am ready to go. I asked the Lord to do one thing, one last thing for me in this life...I asked him to keep me here to see Barack Obama travelpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679954656090140264noreply@blogger.com0