Monthly Archives: June 2014

I’m so bored with…

   …thinking about and talking about and writing about drinking.  Or not drinking.  Let’s talk about art.        Lauren and I went to Jim Draper’s Opening at KORK yesterday.   Mark George was there, and Jeff Whipple and as we were talking, one of them turned to Lauren and said, “I think we were bad influences on […]

Waiting.

     In the photos below, I am waiting happily for a ticket agent who will never come, and preparing to cross a body of water famous for its fast current on a boat called The Rowdy Woman…      I have to be honest.  I’m not very patient.  I’m the kind of person who puts Jon […]

Familiarity breeds, well, familiarity…

     There is something familiar and nostalgic at dark-fall on every island I’ve ever been on in the Bahamas.  Everybody gets busy: walking back and forth; draping themselves languidly over roadside bar-tops; flirting with benign good nature; riding around in golf carts; talking trash.  There’s always the guy whispering into ears and disappearing. There’s at least one jaundiced old […]

I’ll admit it, I did the Electric Slide recently…

I danced on my super-secret stretch of beach in Guana Reserve.  I was trucking along to my island playlist, thinking great thoughts, when a reggae version of the old classic came on.   It’s important to be drunk when entering an Electric Slide Contest… Kim and I won an Electric Slide contest in Beaver Creek, […]