On the Road Again

It's Thursday morning and of course I'm sitting at a Starbucks.  It's beautiful out and I have this little patio to my self, except for the two cute terriers waiting for their owner to come out with their Lattes, extra foam.  I have been without Wi-Fi for a few days so being connected again feels like somebody stuck an IV in my brain and I can function again. Here following are the words from the last few days.

Wednesday, March 21 - Tucson Arizona

I'm stayng on the cheapest hotel alley I have ever seen.  There are a half a dozen motels on this cul-de-sac that parrells the freeway.  They run the full gamet of pricing from 29.99 to the upscale Motel 6, that I call home, that is an exorbant 37.99. You know I love to live large.  From an internet connection that must go through a relay station on the dark side of the moon, to the suite of vending machines that sit safely in their big metal cages, this place is nice?

Yesterday's seven hours on the road through the desert was un-eventful.  Not much to see except the drive through Pheonix.  By the time I arrived in Tucson and finnished wresstling with the internet connection the sun was setting and I ended up grabbing diner just down the street at a waffle house. It was good but not spectacular.

This morning I headed for the closest clumping of Starbucks.  Here is my Starbucks theory. When you are new in town look at Google Maps and find the concentration of Starbucks.  They will usualy be in the cultural center of town, a little more upscale than the freestanding, satallite Starbucks and usualy close to a Unive rsity, fun resturants and bars and a place to pick up that fairy tattoo you've been thinking about for your ankle.  It was afew miles away so it gave me a chance to see some of downtown Tucson.  I'm excited because it looks fairly gritty.  Today I'm going to walk to the Tucson Art Museum, they have a Frida Kahlo exhibit, and try to photograph some Tucson grit and graffitti.

Later that day
Always read the fine print, even, espicaly in the world of art.  The Tucson Art Museum was very cute, very intimate and very southwest.  a mix of art and history and local architecture.  I was very excited to see the Frieda Kahlo exhibit, she is quickly becoming a favorite, not just for her amazing art, but for the life she lead.  Turns out the exhibit's subheading, "Through the lens of Nickolas Muray" means roughly, "we don't have any of Frieda's art, so her are a bunch of photographs Mr Muray took of her, and we printed them out on an inkjet printer. It was still interesting, and they actualy did a good job with the display.  Kahlo photographed very well and her expressions are very transparent and interesting.

Nickolas, who was not only Frieda's lover, but also a pilot, a championship fencer, an artist and of course a photographer, in the days when one did not just run to best buy and buy a Nikon.  As one of the placards said "he lived a rich and textured life"  Now that's something to aim for.  Made me wonder if men like that still exists.  I sat in a box making someone else rich, while I just winned and led a frozen life.  Not no fucking more.