no absence of/or importance (11.22.10)

please understand that i have no requests
im cooking my own meals, yet i feel like im eating for you
hey you
i feel the absence of your skin

camera failure (11.14.10)

travalonia chatroulette tour, fall 2010

when the mice take my turquoise idea (11.13.10)

clumsiness and sweetness in/or ecstacy

travel, land, leave (11.10.10)

(a love child in its tender infancy. born on the shitter.)

one thing i've got to practice

is gettin' out quicker

gettin' out before i get chewed up, so much

the longer i stayed

i grew sicker and sicker

but i never grew quite numb to the touch

travel and land

new view

new place to stand

new place to leave

kissed here by the golden morning

dreams as silhouettes on the floor, always moving

and i'll dance into

the full exposure of the afternoon

then nightfall's deadly beauty

will follow soon

travel and land

new view

new place to stand

new place to leave

we can hold hands

we can let our guts out

decorate a canvass

we can say goodbye, and cry

i'll be back as rain

again and again

i've made my bed

laid my head

on a cloud above the ocean

travel and land

new view

new place to stand

new place to leave

the super funky drunken jumpin' monkey drummer -- siren song (11.9.10)

guts in the visage (happy birthday sam kelly)

Some of the most touching beauty we encounter in our lives appears as the exposed innards of fellow humans who most generously turn themselves inside-out for the world to smell, sting, and join.

Without guts and deep nostril shots rupturing the slideshow of timid attempts at prettiness, we'd all feel way more pressure than we do already to cover up our humanity. 

My friend Sam Kelly is a mighty kind and expressive person who churns up some deep humanity over on her Face Flash! blog (she also had a wonderful blog over the summer called sam kelly, chao! which chronicled her experience as a volunteer tudor in Ecuador). On this day in 1984, her mom Cindy asked her mid-wives to throw on some reggae, then proceeded to give birth to Sam, no doubt, while making faces that would rival some of Sam's best (or worst) work. 

May my own bloggin' and livin' be as gutsy, fun, and kind as Sam's.

Here here!

you are i am my shoulder

rhythm in silence

it's always available

rain jam (11.3.10)

bubble in space space in bubble in bubble space space bubble in in space bubble

Todd: But where is Travis?


In the storage loft!

the hug

I'm entering into a more intimate arrangement with the Bubble. I've created, with her influence, a little nest for myself right in her loving arms. We're going to be cuddling, absorbing, sharing ourselves and bringing beings into our world. A "being" is anything which is being--being a peep, being a space, being an event, being a memory, being a vision, being a song, etc. I intend to share these beings in various ways so that peeps who feel like hanging out with them may.


I'm working on opening the channels. All that's required for a jam is space and instruments. We have that. We are that. 


"Let there be songs to fill the air." - Robert Hunter