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Wednesday, September 12, 2012


This was work today...

Sunday, August 26, 2012


Monday, August 20, 2012




It's time to get back in the swing of things.  I really do enjoy looking back on previous blog posts/songs.  I see no reason not to continue this.  

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Went to the Capitol Hill Block Party yesterday.  It was a great success.  I danced.  Hard.   I have a lot of catching up to do from the last year of deprived dancetime.

Grimes was fantastic.  Actually everyone was....  But here's a track of hers.  She's seemed like a nerd from her stage presence.  Hot.


Friday, July 20, 2012

Finally got my first travel video up and running.  I am offically hooked....


The Other Side from Weston Karnes on Vimeo.

Friday, July 13, 2012


Friday, June 29, 2012

This is becoming more of a database of emails/writings I send off to other people.  Mainly because I have become too lazy to write.  Better then nothing :)  This is a message I sent off to Kesa, a girl I was traveling with for 10 days or so in North India. 


I am currently spending overnight in a chicago airport, due to weather delays. "Wierd" is about the only way to describe it indeed. Incessent complaints from people in line over missing thier layovers. I kinda just stood there being like, this is kinda nice. I couldn't help but realize the triviality of it all.

It actually all started in the airport in Germany. I arrived at my departing gate waiting for a flight to chicago (H02, if you really wanna know). There was a massive amount of overweight kids eating candybars, and devout christian fundamentalists reading their bibles. (This is not an exaggeration) At that very moment, I knew I was coming home. God bless Amurica. Oh, and I must mention. In this moment, I deeply hoped for a pocket sized Freddy. Some dwarfed version of him to whisper out absurd American sterotypes, insults, and perversions. I really do miss that kid. I think I liked him more than he liked me :) I enjoyed every remark I made about how great he was, or how much I will miss him, being reflected with a "you're gay", or "fag" assertion.

I walked outside to catch a shuttle to the Holiday Inn (whoa!). This car yielded for me as I began to cross the street. I literally wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I hadn't seen a car yeild in over 11 months. I stood there like a deer in the headlights for like 5 seconds (felt like forever), give a slight wave and smile, and began onward. I don't think I will ever forget this breif pause.

The hotel room I am staying in feels like I am a saudi prince being hosted in some luxury suite. Flat screen. (WITH ESPN). TWO bars of soap (citrus orange brah). The softest bed ever. I showerhead with 6 different settings. I rinsed off, dazzled by the array of options.

I haven't even made it back to Seattle yet. I can only begin to fathom the degree of oddness in a familiar enviornment. I am glad I have my sister to share this with (and you). You will have your evidence shortly. Along with the coke and limca advertisements that should make us millions.

Glad to hear about your lovely spa day. Glad to know getting soothing treatment to yourself makes you think of me. As of right now, when I take a dump, I think of freddy, and when I vom, I think of you. And even more glad to hear you didn't cut that hair of yours. In all honestly, you should grow that shit down to your knees. It would be super sexy. I can picture you galloping on a wild horse, through the expansive plains of Montana. (with your cowgirl boots on)

I randomly thought of a moment I shared with you on that bus ride to Delhi I wanted to recall. I was eating a bananna in the hotel here, and for some odd reason, the ridiculous comment I made about, "I would prefer a less sweet bananna that was larger, than a small bananna.....".

I stand by those words.

Lastly, myy other sister (also a badass) told me the other day of a roadtrip her and some friends are doing soon. I don't need to divulge in details, other than I will see you in late August.


I am 8 hours away from being home, after a storm pushed back my layover a day in Chicago.  I think I am still a bit in shock being back here in the States, and it will take an extended amount of time for this even to set in.  It's almost as if I can feel myself adjusting too quickly to the environment.  I think this is some mechanism to comprehend my settings, and is shortlived.  We will see though.

Hopefully in the next couple weeks I can do some writing on the meaning of this trip, however I can begin to define the "meaning" of such an experience.   

Monday, June 25, 2012

Sup buddy.  Just feel like doing some writing.  It may not seem directed at you at times, but I see no other person I'd rather send this to.  Pretty much just random thoughts on these travels coming to an end.  Also gonna warn you it's pretty disorganized.  Just writing as it comes to me.

I'm sitting here in 110 degree heat.  An off-kilter fan rotates above me, cooling the sweat that quickly perspires on my skin.  It's a bit entrancing.  The way the heat revolves around this box of a room.  Or maybe debilitating is more appropriate to define such conditions.  I haven't put much time into thinking about this trip.  The last couple of weeks have unraveled at such a rapid pace.  It seems like just yesterday I was saying goodbye to Jes in Amritsar.  And the day before that I was in a jeep headed into the Himalayas.  And the day before that I was flying into Mumbai.  Where did all of this time go?  Maybe time is a worthless medium to track our progress.  I think a gradual growth is expected in life, that the emotional bounds are tied to the physical ones, and that only over the long-run do we recognize growth in relation to time.  But I feel as though I have grown more in these last 11 months than the previous 24 years and 1 month combined.  That doesn't seem gradual to me at all.  

I think it will be difficult to articulate the changes that have manifested over this trip, let alone comprehend them.  But they are there.  And I feel incredibly lucky to have met them.  

I'm not sure how the transition will go coming back home.  At times I am extremely optimistic about settling down, finding a job, continuing with hobbies and pursuing new ones.  At times I am a bit scared, how I will adjust to a daily routine. Or even how I will now perceive others, and how that may have changed over time, whether it be friends or complete strangers.  I know though in the end, I will be better for it, regardless of how difficult it may be at first.  That's one thing that seems to hold constant with life.  The perpetual cycles of peaks and troughs.  Before I used to do my best float up to the peaks, and ask myself what was wrong in times of sadness, or difficulty.  Now I try to view the downs as equal to the ups.  Stop trying to struggle my way out of it, and just observe it.  It's extremely cliche, but the less I try to change things that are out of my control (my insecurities, my times of discontentment, etc..), and instead just accept them, the more I peace of mind with myself.

I know not having you at home will be difficult.  It's weird.  I am well aware of your location in Colorado, but part of me still expects you to be over at your house.  I think I have just been so conditioned to that during my teenage years, that any contradiction to that is distressing.  It's funny though how traveling has changed even something like my view on our friendship.  I recall at times in Seattle, thinking of moving to Vancouver.  Partially as a new experience, partially as a need to escape everything/one I was relying on.  I felt as though my dependence on you was too strong.  The fact that I preferred to have you take part in activities, to the point where I would avoid them if you were unable to come.  Things seem different now.  I feel more independent.  And even the thought of avoiding time that could be spend hanging out with you is horrible.  One thought that is more potent now than at any point previous in my life, is that my lifetime is remarkably short.  I want to spend as much time as possible with the people I love, cause I have no clue as to when it will be too late to do so.    

Looking back on traveling, it seems as though I stumbled onto it.  I am not sure if I'd be here if it wasn't for a plethora of rare coincidences.  A surplus of funds (poker).  Sisters who traveled before me.  Life boredom.  And last but not least, R. Port (you may laugh, but she may have had the greatest influence of all).  I remember driving with Rob to winterpark for a day of skiing, the day before the orgasmic ride where we were all hungover.  We were talking about life, and the future.  I mentioned that Rachel had been traveling, as Rob was good friends with her.  This spawned some idealistic thought in my head of doing the same.  Leaving America for a year or two.  All of my problems would be solved, and I could ditch the few commitments I had (one being KC).  The rest is history it seems. 

What a fantastic mistake.  

I think theres more to this, but that's all I feel like writing for now.  Gonna eat dinner, smoke a j on top of the guesthouse roof overlooking the Ganges.  Not a bad night if I do say so myself.  

Love ya buddy.  Can't wait to do some serious catching up, in Boulder of all places.  

Saturday, May 26, 2012


Friday, April 20, 2012

I really really really like this album.  Not sure why, but I do.  I also really really really like India :)

Tuesday, April 17, 2012



I figure this song is fitting, given my next destination.  I arrive tomorrow at 5pm.  I have been waiting for this moment for some time now.

Thursday, April 12, 2012



Kickin it over at Indika's place in Pai, Thailand.