October 2, 2007. Java! Twin falls, Idaho
I was deputized in Twin Falls. Yes, I received that star of honor, the Sheriff's Badge, straight from the hands of Emperor Nathan himself. What a way to start a month-long road trip! There's no way the law can mess with me now...
If you ever go to Twin Falls, you could seek out His Royal Highness for your own deputyship, or you could limit your search for the best coffee in town. I'd like to add that the reward of such a search would not be limiting in the least. Java always seems to be the hub of creative spirits and lovers of caffeine alike, and as the two are often the same, there is never any shortage of kind and interesting people within its cozy walls. The welcome we received there exceeded last Spring's reception, and that's saying a lot.
Dylan, an accomplished songwriter and barista at Java, opened the evening with a fine set of tunes. His voice, reminiscent of Scott Weiland from the STP days, matched rhythm with his guitar and had people tapping their feet in concert with the perils of their current chess match.
Happily, our friend and official deputise, Emperor Nathan, filled in the slot between Dylan's music and our set. H.R.H. has been hammering away in the Wordsmith department by all accounts. He has also come forth bearing his crown regally in that tricky realm of "confidence while performing" while many pairs of eyes stare unabashedly at you from as close as 3 feet away over steaming mugs of chai. Keep it up Emperor, we expect to hear from you again, and remain ever your faithful servants.
In addition to reconnecting with the youth and vigor of T.Falls, namely Mandi, Andrew, Ben, Korrie, Erika, Luke, and others, we met an old sage called Zazoo. This fellow bestowed upon us the gift of Bear Medicine. Zazoo explained the properties of Transformation that such medicine carries. The Bear, hibernating every winter, is Master of this feat, and we would do well to learn from the powers of rest and rebirth. Snapshots of hand-carved totems grace our lovely vehicle Luna as she bears us onward.
Sadly, we always forget to take photos here. But before signing off, I'll try to explain. Twin Falls is like crossing a bridge over Eden. There it lies, a stone's lengthy plummet beneath the hum of wheels, in all of it's perfection. Green and amber, ash, mahogany and sandy hues cut through by the Snake River. Too bad the frame for such a work of mind-boggling artistry is the homogeneous row of strip malls we see everywhere. But when I come to think about it, what more appropriate hem for the skirts of Eden than these familiar corporations? They throw it all into such a dense relief, as we speed away towards the desert.
I was deputized in Twin Falls. Yes, I received that star of honor, the Sheriff's Badge, straight from the hands of Emperor Nathan himself. What a way to start a month-long road trip! There's no way the law can mess with me now...
If you ever go to Twin Falls, you could seek out His Royal Highness for your own deputyship, or you could limit your search for the best coffee in town. I'd like to add that the reward of such a search would not be limiting in the least. Java always seems to be the hub of creative spirits and lovers of caffeine alike, and as the two are often the same, there is never any shortage of kind and interesting people within its cozy walls. The welcome we received there exceeded last Spring's reception, and that's saying a lot.
Dylan, an accomplished songwriter and barista at Java, opened the evening with a fine set of tunes. His voice, reminiscent of Scott Weiland from the STP days, matched rhythm with his guitar and had people tapping their feet in concert with the perils of their current chess match.
Happily, our friend and official deputise, Emperor Nathan, filled in the slot between Dylan's music and our set. H.R.H. has been hammering away in the Wordsmith department by all accounts. He has also come forth bearing his crown regally in that tricky realm of "confidence while performing" while many pairs of eyes stare unabashedly at you from as close as 3 feet away over steaming mugs of chai. Keep it up Emperor, we expect to hear from you again, and remain ever your faithful servants.
In addition to reconnecting with the youth and vigor of T.Falls, namely Mandi, Andrew, Ben, Korrie, Erika, Luke, and others, we met an old sage called Zazoo. This fellow bestowed upon us the gift of Bear Medicine. Zazoo explained the properties of Transformation that such medicine carries. The Bear, hibernating every winter, is Master of this feat, and we would do well to learn from the powers of rest and rebirth. Snapshots of hand-carved totems grace our lovely vehicle Luna as she bears us onward.
Sadly, we always forget to take photos here. But before signing off, I'll try to explain. Twin Falls is like crossing a bridge over Eden. There it lies, a stone's lengthy plummet beneath the hum of wheels, in all of it's perfection. Green and amber, ash, mahogany and sandy hues cut through by the Snake River. Too bad the frame for such a work of mind-boggling artistry is the homogeneous row of strip malls we see everywhere. But when I come to think about it, what more appropriate hem for the skirts of Eden than these familiar corporations? They throw it all into such a dense relief, as we speed away towards the desert.
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