I go cat food shopping and learn about the British.

I head out to Anza Borrego to find a dragon, walk amongst the palm trees and get interrupted a few times. Then, of course, Madonna Inn.

I head out to Palm Springs to check out Doug Aitken's Mirage, then back to the Madonna Inn for no apparent reason.

I'm kinda a mess, and I sorta name drop at the end. Pathetic.

I head out to Joshua Tree in search of the Integratron, then stand alone for hours in the cold desert to try and make a time-lapse, twice.

I love cows, witness horses in a way that no decent human should, and talk about, then create more regret.

Out and about with no political talk, but plenty of good ideas.

I ruin a surprise

I desperately try to snap out of my funky mental state by driving 1,800 miles in a week, but only record some of it. I know, great idea.

Driving around looking for something interesting and stumble into a childhood memory.