"One of these days, wont be long. My father was a Husbandman. You're gonna call me and I'll be gone." -Rev. Gary Davis

Chair on the wall, San Francisco artist.




So it starts. It's crisp and breaking dawn on the pier. It's been a long year, punctuated by a desire to disappear for a while. Meghann's housemate Francis made me an elixir of Chinese herbs to kick this horrible cold I got two days ago. It worked surprisingly well. Tasted like mushrooms and cava and coffee grounds.

Now I'm drinking real coffee with real cream and sugar and waiting for my bus at the ferry building. Half hour to Emeryville where the California Zephyr leaves from, then 52 hours to Chicago. After some reunion time with the homies, I'm going to Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand, Vietnam and Laos.

I've been nervous about this trip for weeks without really letting it in. When I woke up yesterday I was in cold sweats. My stomach was all acid. If I'm being honest with myself, this trip seemed like a better idea two months ago. I'm very excited, but a lot has changed since then. I'll miss San Francisco and a couple people especially. It's a gem of a city, even if folks can't drive.

I'm going to record this trip for my own purposes. If you want to follow it should be an interesting time. I'll be brief.

Location:San Francisco

"Autumn's the mellow time." -William Allingham

Some fall poetry and photos I've been working on since I got back from my trip. How strange your homeland feels, even after a few short months apart from it. Things change quickly, but nothing really moves.

Alas, November

It's turning so cold at night,

the numbness of fingers,

the dead chill of toes.

Alas, November, 

I'm spending the last days of 

fall 

asleep.