This is the first thing that new van dwellers always ask. Why? What could you possibly have that’s going to use a bunch of electricity? Unless it’s medical equipment, you’ll probably find that you don’t really need it once you’re living in the van. Van’s require electricity to go, and at the same time there… Continue reading How to Have Electricity When You Live in a Van
I left that little hippie town at midnight and didn’t get far. I meant to leave earlier but I was hanging out with Darcy, Lydia, and Glaserella. It was an awesome mix of herb people, massage people, sex workers, van dwellers, and a glass eating carnie. We set up my stove in a little park… Continue reading Always a new ending, always a new begining.
I’m gonna fix it more later, but in the meantime if you see anything out of wack (besides the obvious sidebar stuff and about page pic), please let me know.
I remember the first time I came here. I’d been out in the mountains for a few weeks, tracking coyote on a mesa and worshipping a waterfall goddess. Then I went to Las Vegas and I was like, “woah, people! Cement! City! Yikes!” And then I came here. It was summer and I drove into… Continue reading The little hippie oasis in the midwest
I realized today how often I photograph my food. I just like food so much, and I get proud of all the good food I make. Here’s what I had for breakfast yesterday. Have I mentioned I love my 12 volt pan? Just put the salmon in, drive a couple exits, flip the salmon and… Continue reading Yummy Van Foods
I called the better club in that southern town on Tuesday, and they told me they weren’t hiring any dancers, they already had too many. Hopeful anyway, I showed up on Wednesday and they told me the same thing. That really sucked, cause I was down to, like, a hundred dollars. I had emergency money,… Continue reading When the Stripping Sucked
You can tell a lot about a person by what they say when you tell them you’re a stripper. They always ask. â€œWhat do you do for money, traveling around in that van.â€ Or even if they don’t know about the van dwelling, it’s â€œso, what do you do.â€ I used to tell people that… Continue reading 101 Things People Say When You Tell Them You're a Stripper
My Ishmael is even better than Ishmael. The narrator is a twelve year old girl. She’s a stereotype, really: the only latchkey child of a single alcoholic workaholic mother. Daniel Quinn doesn’t bother to introduce her further, except to throw in a couple more cliches. I was pretty pissed about this, because his male characters… Continue reading Book Review: My Ishmael by Daniel Quinn
It seems like the whole world is in Asheville, so I’m gonna broadcast this: If you’re in Asheville and wanna meet me, email me or something.
is awake and off life support. They are worried about brain damage. Please keep sending whatever goodness you believe in.