What is happening in America?  

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I hope I am not the only one who is shocked and outraged at the state of our Union. Below is a video report about the unconstitutional activity of the painfully obvious police state/martial law situation that exists in this country.

This video features some friends from the NYC Glass Bead Collective. I was supposed to travel to St. Paul after burning man to lend another layer of video support to the documentation of police activity during the RNC protests. It is very likely that I would have been with Vlad and the rest of the Glass Bead on the night they were illegally arrested and had their belongings taken from them.

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Please wake up to this situation, turn off your TV, and research and be aware of the destruction of the U.S.A. We can restore the republic only if enough of us open our eyes and speak up. Tell your family, friends and neighbors to stop watching American Idol. It's time to take our country back by peaceful means, which means educating each and every American.



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Previously On iLiveInMyTruck  

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From my youtube channel

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Update from Wondervu, CO  

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Sitting in the cabin of my friend's mountainside getaway, listening to music and watching the sun stream thru the skylights, I reflect....

It's been over a week since I left Black Rock City. I miss it terribly. I emptied my truck out so I can begin to clean out as much of the playa dust as I can manage. It never really goes away, but I like to at least get out the larger piles of the soft, silty sand.

The elements are harsh; a scorching hot sun, blinding dust storms and chilly nights. But the beauty is beyond belief. See the star filled sky in every direction, glowing sunrises, a sliver of new moon. Magical.

The people at burning man are also amazing, giving, hard working, creative, crazy and cool. Big hearts abound and open doors around every corner. You always feel welcome, if you so choose to be. Saying "yes" to experiences are the only way to engulf yourself in participation.

Burning Man is hard to explain to anyone who hasn't been. Even when I see some of the videos, it's scale and tribal nature seems slightly foreign on screen. Yet, when I am there on the playa I feel like I am Home.

Here's a little sample video I found to give a taste:



And another about the Temple that they burn each year....



I am honored to have participated again this year and will bring the spirit of burning man to each person I meet across this land.

Talk to you later...

Love,
Dallas

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Back from Burning Man  

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Still processing everything... what an amazing adventure!

Just wanted to say that I am still alive. I'll write more later, but for now... just decompressing in Reno and re-entering the default world.

I can't wait for next year already.

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On the way to burning man  

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Vote Across America  

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Check out the blog of the guys who rode with me to Denver. It's the VOTE graffiti guy, Clark and his friend and photog, Nick. The feed is on the right or click here.

Peace,
Dallas

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What a Spectacle!  

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From my night attending the Spectacle event held at the world famous Spigel Tent last week.

Photos from The Portrait Corner

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The Psychology of Blogging  

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I often wonder why it is that people blog. Humans are social creatures. Most of us prefer to keep in contact with others. Is there a psychological aspect to this phenomenon? A need be heard or understood?

Speaking personally, I blog mostly out of a desire to share experience. Sometimes blogging can come off as a "look at me!" type of activity. Do some of us inherently seek audience? Even if so, my intent is to inspire others to Do and Dream in their own way. I hope to entertain, educate and enlighten, not be egotistical.
None the less, at times I do sense a desire to be heard, understood and accepted.

I've come to recognize that there is an danger in seeking approval or acceptance outside of one's own self. In doing so, we give away the ultimate control of our happiness. We have to accept ourselves, without reservation first and foremost. My general approach to life is to make myself feel good so long as I am not impeding the path of any other seeking the same. Basically, if I'm happy ...then I can make you and more people happier from that base position.

I am reading some Harvey Jackins books about Re-evaluation Counseling. In it, he talks about our nature of communication. We all seem to talk, talk, talk.... but who is truly listening? Often, people listen with one ear, but are constantly thinking about how to respond or waiting for their chance to speak. Where we make leaps in our personal growth is when we get a truly impartial ear, which hears us with full active attention, without judgment. The challenge is to listen to yourself without judgment...without that doubting, nagging voice that can appear from time to time.

When we do get that person to truly listen, we get a chance to discharge emotions long held to patterns of pain experienced during our past. It may be our telling of a recent hurt, but is likely part of a longer running record of similarity. Once we release, we heal.

I'm glad I found these books. They showed up unexpectedly when I stopped by my last home, Grand Space, to rummage the giveaway of leftover items from previous residents. After reading only a few pages of the Human Side of Being Human and I was aware of a profound sense of "knowing" the material. Often, when I read something... it seems familiar and just "makes sense". This indicates that I am on the right path... that it resonates with my core vibration. I'm looking forward to unveiling my true nature as I peel back more layers of personality. As I continue my own blogging experiments, I may reveal more personal aspects of the rediscovery of my Self. In doing so, I hope you find value.

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KKoney Island Theme - Kostume Kult  

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Here's a NY Times article on Burning Man. It is focused around our Kostume Kult camp.


From a slide show:

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Fresh, Fuzzy, Warm and Juicy  

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After an uneventful night in Cleveland the truck heads towards our diversion du jour. A short ferry ride brings us to Put-in-Bay, Ohio, a resort island set on Lake Erie.

The High Tide bar next to Axel and Harry's restaurant provides a spectacular setting. The late day sun shimmers as we sit sipping a cold cocktail at water's edge. As the sun approaches set, a full moon appears on the opposite horizon, eager to illuminate the summer sky.

Golf carts are the preferred mode of transportation. People shuttle themselves all around the island in putt putt style. I hop on my bike to scout the scene.

I don't make it past the first T-shirt shop and the rack of funky hats: A black number with purple streaks; a zebra hat with a flexible wide brim and braided tails (perfect for dipping in cold water to keep my neck cool); a fuzzy red, white and blue number suitable for any Liberty Lover and a baby blue elephant hat that let's me flap his ears when I pull a string.

Which one did I get? All of them, of course. Only $6 each. I guess the consumer bug hit me. I'm going to camp with Kostume Kult and have access to tons of stuff to wear, but a few extra hats can't hurt. I can always wear them once and pass them on for someone new to enjoy. That's the best way to share the fun.

My favorite part of the day occurred earlier in the afternoon before we boarded the ferry. A hand written sign alerted us to a road side orchard of ripe fruit. I pull over quickly to investigate the harvest. The man tells me that the peaches were just pulled from the tree moments earlier. Four dollars nets me a half dozen of the sweet treats.

The juice drips down the corner of my lips as I work my mouth around this tender delicacy. My tongue can sense a change in temperature from one side to the other. It's warmer on one half. Our life sustaining star has impressed itself upon the fuzzy face of my fresh and fruity friend. I can actually taste the sunshine! It doesn't get much better than this, does it?

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Monopoly Men - Who's In Control?  

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More information about the mess we are in and how we are being led into a state of despotism. It's less than an hour... check it out if you have time. It's a good one.

Another must watch is Fiat Empire - Why the Federal Reserve Violates the U.S. Constitution, inspired by the book The Creature From Jekyll Island by G. Edward Griffin. In it, you'll learn why our money is worthless. And how our national wealth has been stolen in violation of the Constitution.

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BRC or Bust!  

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From Brooklyn to Black Rock, an American Dream road trip has officially commenced.

I type this from the back seat of my extended cab pickup after having left NYC and the island of Manhattan, crossing over the George Washington bridge into NJ.

As the rain pours, I learn that it streams into the cab down the nylon strapping used to hold a luggage carrier to the rackless roof. Wow. I have my own private indoor waterfall. How special. [note to self: fix this].

Even though I knew for a week that I was leaving today, procrastination crept in just enough to allow for the proper spark of spontaneity that I prefer.


Skipping the Wednesday night pre-packing routine in favor of a surprise birthday party on a rooftop led to a late night of revelry. Who can pass up the sunset, a moonrise, dreamy djs, birthday balloons that swallow whole humans and more fire than you can burn a stick with? Not I.

Sleeping in for one last night atop a comfy bed, I roll over to soak and snooze in the sheets a little extra before I gobble some eggs. A last look around, and off to get the rest of my gear.

My travel partners arrive at my storage in Dumbo ready to jump in the Chevy and roll. The scene grows a little tense during my ninety minute load in. Patience was tested. We wanted to leave at four and now it's six o'clock.

The doors are shut and the car started moments before the downpour of the day. So much rain at once resulted in spectacular streaming pillars of water spilling down from the Manhattan bridge above. After waiting out the rain, the sun streams it's way across the Brooklyn bridge with a truck full of road hungry travelers. We are met on with crawling traffic along the east river on the FDR. So much for the wide open highway. Soon enough though, we are out of the jungle and cruise controlling along at 75 mph.

An hour later, laughter fills the truck cab when we realize that the can of whip cream that was to go with the raspberries has fallen between the front seat and center console and has been releasing it's creamy goodness all over the floor.

2500 miles to go. And so it begins....

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Stolen Video Camera  

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Well, looks like I won't be filming anything with my trusty, rusty and dusty old Panasonic DVX100a. That's because it got lifted from my truck the other week. I left it in open view like a noob. So, that's what I get.... I guess.

I suppose that means it's a sign to start editing all the piles of tapes I have collected over the years. Sort of a shitty way to get a hint though.

One more week in Brooklyn before hitting the road to Burning Man. The theme of the burn is American Dream. What better way to live it then on the open road of Highway USA!

See you out there soon.

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Dubai Party  

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Here's a little flavor of the fun had at these underground warehouse/loft parties. This video is from The New Pop.

You'll see a few of my friends from the House of Yes (Kae, Anya and Aaron). And yes, I do know lovable dennis, the naked guy....but not as well as he wishes.

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Kostume Kult and Burning Man  

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Aug 5, 2008 - On the eve of my birthday, I sit in a comfortable garden apartment on a quiet street in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Time keeps on rolling along. Seems like only yesterday I showed up on this planet. Another year passes. I feel younger each time I mark the occasion.

I've been given a very generous two week stay in the apartment of a super talented, highly gifted beautiful soul who graciously offered after meeting me for the first time only hours earlier.

I participated in my first Burning Man Arts Festival experience late August last year while in the midst of my cross country documentation of Bill Inman and Uncovering America by Horseback. I also took the time to drive from Kansas to Queens, NY to attend the New York regional post-Burning Man "decompression" event held at the Queens Museum of Art.

These gatherings are ripe with rambunctiously playful spirit. Dressing up in costume is often a part of the fun. I hadn't had the forethought to procure anything to wear, so when I arrived at the event, I felt slightly out of place. However, I heard that there were some costuming racks, make up and accessories being offered by a group called Kostume Kult. Soon, I was rummaging through fabric and transforming myself. That was it... I caught the costume bug.

This year, Kostume Kult asked if I'd like to camp with them at the Burn. I was very honored to have been asked. I graciously accepted and am making final arrangements to drive from NYC to the Black Rock Desert outside of Reno, NV. We'll all stay together for over a week, along with 30,000-40,000 others in a radically free and expressive city that is born out of the bleak, lifeless, flat dry lake bed that is the Playa of the Black Rock Desert.

I am humbled by the kind and wide open hearts that are at the core of this community. I met the warm and lovely soul who offered me her apartment as a result of my new blossoming friendships with the Kostume Kulters. She commented that all of us felt like a family, so she had no problem trusting me in her home.

I'm very grateful to be sharing amazing experiences with each and every one them. It's a opportunity for expanding core creativity, attaining personal growth, extending community outreach as well as engaging in human and planetary evolution.

OK... that's it for now... off to a crafting session to make stuff for our camp. If you are on the Playa this year, come see us. Our camp address is at 8:08 and Esplanade.

Peace,
Dallas


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Money as Debt  

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Debt, the American Way. A very informative look into monetary theory that you don't learn in public schools. Pay attention, there may be a test later...

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Save the Republic  

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Save The Planet? How About Saving The Republic?
by Chuck Baldwin
July 30, 2008


Yesterday, the Politico quoted House Speaker Nancy Pelosi as saying, "I'm trying to save the planet; I'm trying to save the planet." She was responding, of course, to pressure that she and her fellow Democrats are experiencing to suspend a congressional ban on offshore oil drilling in the face of skyrocketing energy prices. It would be really wonderful, however, if the liberal congresswoman could get as energized about saving our once great republic.




Herein lies another problem: the vast majority of our politicos (from both major parties) do not even seem to know what kind of country the United States was designed to be. Virtually every reference made to the United States by our civil magistrates is that we are a "democracy." That's odd; someone should have told our Founding Fathers, because they emphatically rejected the concept of creating a "democracy" in favor of creating a constitutional republic.

Has anyone quoted the Pledge of Allegiance lately? Does it say, "And to the democracy for which it stands"? Or does it say, "And to the republic for which it stands"? Of course it says "republic."



At the conclusion of the Constitutional Convention, a passerby asked Benjamin Franklin, "Well, Doctor, what have we got--a republic or monarchy?" Franklin replied, "A republic--if you can keep it."

Ladies and Gentlemen, that is the sixty-four million dollar question: Can we keep our republic? Can we keep our constitutional form of government? Can we keep our constitutionally protected liberties?

In Federalist No. 10, James Madison ("The Father of the U.S. Constitution") said, "[D]emocracies have ever been spectacles of turbulence and contention; have ever been found incompatible with personal security or the rights of property; and have in general been as short in their lives as they have been violent in their deaths."

The fear of what happens to freedom and liberty under democratic rule is what prompted Madison and the rest of America's founders to labor so hard to create what they did: a constitutional republic.

Under God, it is allegiance to the Constitution that has preserved our liberties, our peace and happiness, our security, and our very way of life. Furthermore, it is the repudiation and rejection of constitutional government that is responsible for the manner in which these very same blessings are currently being lost.

Someone needs to remind Rep. Pelosi that it is not her duty (nor does she have the power) to "save the planet." And by the same token, someone needs to remind Senators Barack Obama and John McCain that they are not campaigning to be President of the World, but President of the United States.

What every elected officeholder is expected and required to do is very simple: they are required to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States of America. Period. End of story.

Our public servants are not charged with saving the snail darter or the Spotted Owl, or saving the profits of the international bankers, or saving Wall Street in general, or saving the perks of corporate lobbyists, or saving Freddie and Fannie, or saving the peoples of the world from all the bogeymen, or even saving humankind or the planet itself. What our public servants are charged with, however, is preserving (saving) our constitutional republic.

Of course, the problem is, the people who are charged with the preservation of our republic are the ones who are the most responsible for its destruction. The American people have far more to fear from Nancy Pelosi, Barack Obama, and John McCain than they do from any foreign adversary, because our leaders have proven that they have absolutely no fidelity to the principles of constitutional government. They have no compunction about eviscerating the protection of our freedoms, or about abolishing the vanguard of our liberties. They are Machiavellian, making King George of old look like a mere amateur.

No, I take that back. It is not our civil magistrates who are most responsible for the destruction of our republican form of government: it is "We the people."

At the end of the day, it is the responsibility of the people to govern themselves. We must be willing to hold our civil magistrates accountable to the contract they made with us, which is to uphold constitutional government. It is our duty to "throw off" any system of government that does not secure our liberties and protect our Constitution. And this we have not done.

Christian pastors and ministers have failed us. The "Religious Right" has failed us. College professors have failed us. High School teachers have failed us. Newspaper editors and publishers have failed us. TV news anchors and reporters have failed us. Parents have failed. Friends have failed. The two major political parties have failed. As a whole, no one is talking about, or even thinking about, the loss of constitutional government, national independence, and sovereignty. Few seem even conscious that this is taking place.

Worrying about which major party wins a general election is like worrying about whether Coke or Pepsi sold more soft drinks last month. Pick your poison. One is just as bad as the other. Neither has any fidelity to the Constitution or to the principles of liberty, which it represents. Both John McCain and Barack Obama are enemies to constitutional government. Both are in the process of sacrificing our national sovereignty to global entities. Both men lied when they took an oath to preserve and protect the Constitution. So, why should we care which impostor wins the election?

It is up to the American people to enforce constitutional government. From a Christian perspective, it is "We the people" who are the "powers that be" in Romans chapter 13. Under our form of government, the source of authority and the source of legitimacy reside with "We the people." We are not the slaves of any king or despot. Our elected leaders are public servants, not private masters. In a nutshell, they work for us. They are contracted to preserve our liberties and our way of life. When they fail, they must answer to us.

So, when will the American people pick themselves up by the bootstraps and start acting like free citizens and stop groveling before these imbecilic political parties? When will we set this political house in order?

Of course, all of this demands that each of us understands constitutional government and the principles upon which liberty rests. It also demands that each of us be prepared to do whatever is our personal duty to preserve this republic.

Patriotism is more than waving a flag on July 4th, or singing The National Anthem at a ball game, or wearing a flag lapel pin on Flag Day. For an American, real patriotism means that we are willing to preserve and protect our constitutional republic. Remember, Franklin's answer: "A republic--if you can keep it."

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Marquette, MI  

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Hey... what's up? I've been on the road for a week or so. Traveling with Clark, we stop for the first night in Cleveland. After having a beer down by the water front and visiting the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, we stumble upon a rock concert. To my joyous surprise, it's one of my favorite bands, widespread panic. Killer show... only a couple thousand people, so you can walk right up front if you want. Too cool.

The next day we drive to Put-In-Bay, OH...taking the ferry onto the island. Clark has family, so we hung around with them and at their brand new waterfront/dockside bar and grill. Living the good life!

Finally, we make it to the real wilderness... the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. We cross the Mackinac bridge, driving over the point where Lake Michigan and Lake Huron meet up. Three more hours of driving gets us from the northern tip of Lake Michigan to the southern shore of the largest fresh water lake in the world, Lake Superior.

Nothing but miles of wild pine forest, sandy lake shore, rivers, streams, waterfalls and some of the largest mosquitoes to ever consume your flesh. Nestled among it, on the harbor is Marquette. A college town that grows from about 15,000 to 23,000 when students are in town attending, Northern Michigan University.

We have been exploring a bit, mingling with family and friends and enjoying the fresh air and bright northern sunshine. Clark has been hunting for mural space to paint. There is an art show this weekend called Art on the Rocks.We may stay for that opening day, then off to Cleveland and back to Brooklyn.

Hope to see you on the way.... maybe a stop in Detroit to catch up with an old friend. We'll see what the road brings....

peace,
Dallas

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Dance Naked  

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First of all...Happy Birthday Mom! I'll call you soon. Or maybe you'll read this first....

It's too damn hot in the city. Who sings that song? "Hot damn, summer in the city...". Loving Spoonful?? anyway...

The truck is loaded for driving and ready to go. Almost.... I just dropped it down the street for an oil change and to check the timing on the engine. It's been mis-firing. And need to fix my spare... then... off to new adventures.

I'm taking a week or so to go to Marquette, MI to visit family. My friend clark is coming with me. He has a court date in Cleveland for allegedly spraying graffiti. He also painted my truck, but I didn't press charges.

The ritual life celebrations with the tribe of friends have continued. Last weekend's festivities included donning a mask with a dozen other people and getting naked at 4am and dancing throughout the Danger warehouse party until the sun came up. Several people were spontaneously inspired to strip it off as well and frolic in their new found freedom. I don't usually make a habit of dancing naked, but it was liberating to say the least. Sunday was a slow going recovery day after only a couple hours of sleep. But we still managed to make it to Wonderland for a lovely deck side barbecue. I love all the people I've met in NYC since returning from the desert.

OK... time to hit the road. Many more adventures await.... stay tuned.

Love,
Dallas

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Moving day  

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And a beautiful day it is.



New adventures await as I again go mobile....

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Back in the truck  

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Time to ramble on.

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Mermaid Parade 2008 Highlights  

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Live from Coney Island.



P.S. I am less than happy with the quality of the conversion at YouTube. I must find a better host for videos. They degrade it way too much.

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Hot Fun in the Summertime  

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I have been busy lately... pardon the interruption of what was more regular programming... This year is amazing so far. It's magickal for sure. The Summer of One is upon us. Let's get it on!

I knew moving into this artist enclave that time was limited for residents on the first floor. Now it's official....I will be out of here by the middle of next week. It's complicated, but has to do with the city inspecting the building and finding violations in terms of the landlord being allowed to rent the floor as a residence. It's supposed to be commercial.

Meanwhile, I have made a host of friends here and blossomed in new ways already. I really dig communal living arrangements. It helps you to examine yourself in context of all the interpersonal interaction that is inevitable when living together. It make for good socially conscious evolution.

Let's see... what else has been going on? So much stuff! Figment was amazing. If you've never been out to Governors Island in the NYC harbor, you should treat yourself. The land is covered by beautiful rolling hills, trees and meadows. It's a step out of time and a respite from the city madness. The ferry ride is free, so do yourself a favor and go explore. You can even take your bike out there and ride around all day. Soak it up! I was fortunate enough to get a chance to kayak down the east river from Long Island City, under all the bridges and right to the island. wow!

Last weekend the island was transformed by some of the most creative, interactive and participatory art happening anywhere in the world. The event sprung forth from the NYC Burning Man community. As such, the vibe was all about sharing, giving and joining in. I shot a bunch of video from this as well as from the Mermaid parade from last weekend. I met another editor who also does mad crazy and wonderful things with hula hoops (check out GrooveHoops). He'll spin out a little highlight video sometime next week. I am looking for a really solid editor for future collaborations. Maybe this is the one.

Mermaid was a blast. I dressed up, marched on the boardwalk, shucked oysters on the fly and danced on the streets of Coney Island. It was the time of my life. And what a lucky life it is that I Love so dearly.

Music has been ever present in my scene, as usual. Lately it's all about dub, bass, electronica. One of my housemates is a mega talented DJ/Producer. His current project Sub Swara is sick. And the soon to be weekly event he holds, called Church at the club named Love is a place to set your spirits free. Ecstatic dervish like dancing in a super peaceful, healing environment with some of the thickest, fattest soul drenching low frequencies you'll ever experience. The sound at this village club is phenomenal. I've filmed some of his shows and probably will do some more. People need to feel this music. It's transformative.

This weekend is get-out-of-the-city time. Upstate to camp with like minded fools. There will be new and old friends, swimming holes, waterfalls, hiking, fireworks, guns, propane explosions, whiskey, women, dancing... whew... the good life.

So, in all this... I move back into the truck. If I get a little funding, I want to add a good mix of cameras in the truck so that I can begin to broadcast live. I have a switcher, but need lipstick cameras, wiring, powersource, etc. We'll see what transpires this month. I will live in and out of the truck and NYC for July with a probable visit to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to visit my roots. Then after my birthday in August, get ready to drive west to Burning Man in Nevada.

Other missions this year include waking up the general population of citizens in this country to the tyranny and systems of control that exist all around them. Big Brother fascism and the dissolution of the rights of the People is occurring on all fronts. It's time to take a stand. It's time to educate. It's time to celebrate the Constitution and Bill of Rights in a way that make people take notice of the elements of a free society that are necessary to maintain true Liberty and Prosperity for all.

I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore....like seriously. Live Free or Die. Restore the Republic. But, don't forget to have fun too!

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Time, Time, Time  

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Another week flies by...

Bonnaroo was amazing! Might be heading to Burlington, VT for a spell. Need to hook back up with The Unbearable Light and screen the 20+ hours of footage from their weekend at Bonnaroo. Here's a little article that's related.

Meanwhile, in NYC it's the Mermaid parade on Saturday and the after party, Seaman and Whores.

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Bonnaroo Begins  

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I've been camping for two days with a group of vaudevillian entertainers who are having me document their trip, camping, creative preparations, act development and performances.

I've always wanted to attend this mammoth music fest that takes place here in Manchester, TN. And now, not only do I get in for free, I get fed and paid. It all came together last minute on Sunday night. Luckily, my schedule was free and we were able to jump on the road the next morning.

The main hours of performance for the troupe are Midnight to 4am, which leaves plenty of time for me to catch all the other acts filling the stages for the 90,000 people who will camp out for 4 days.

Life is an adventure. Follow it to where it leads and keep coming back for more!

Love,
D

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Wherever I may roam  

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I feel like I am neglecting anyone that reads this blog. What is my excuse for not producing some video, or telling some stories and sharing experiences? Sure, we're all busy. And the process of moving in, meeting new people & having adventures can take time and energy. But still... how hard is it to write? I guess I can see why mothers say things like, "You should call more often."

There is so much going on that I don't know where to begin. I am looking at options to rent and develop the 3rd floor the building in brooklyn in which I live now. I would love to help continue it as a thriving community of artists. It's truly magical there. And the earning potential on the space and rooftop is enormous enough to support the continued development of the building.

I'm also going to talk to one of my roommates about the possibility of collaborating on version 2.0 of NYpickup.com It's time to take this successful small business to the next level.

I've met someone who wants to examine the Uncovering America by Horseback footage I shot last summer. She and I will screen tapes and discuss editing options, which is one of her specialties.

Today I went to Material for the Arts to help my friend Miss C Spot gather some supplies for her fairy brigade craft making session. All the material is donated and you can come and stock up on anything and everything. We even picked up an industrial sewing machine, embroidery machine and some cool portable light boxes. It's a candy store for artists and creatively minded people. Drool.

I am designing changes to my truck to make it into a pimped out art mobile for burning man this year. My overall dream is to broadcast from it, have DJs spin on it, allow it to be rigged for arial artists, project video, make margaritas and server guacamole. Oh and allow me to sleep, shower and shave while I travel the country in my kooky style.

What else...what else. It's all good. Things are manifesting all around me... when it rains, it pours. Lots of good things are popping up around every corner. No need to worry because everything I need seems to be provided just when I need it. It allows me to further my mission of spreading goodness wherever I may roam.

I hope I see you soon, or a little further on down the road.

More later....

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Brunches, Beaches and Barbecues  

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Ok.. first of all.... I can't believe how fast the time flies. Well, I guess you know what they say about having fun and time. Another week has gone by and I haven't even caught you up from the previous week. I have lots of little video clips to share of the amazing times.

How has everything been in your slice of the universe?

Me? Life is good. I've actually moved into a place. Can you believe it? I don't live in my truck. I live in a toy factory now. How cool is that? Stuffed toys on the 3rd floor, and a dozen of us on the other two floors of this HUGE factory bldg in Brooklyn. It's called Grand Space and is a collective or artists, DJs, designers, healers, massage therapists, performers, composers and other creative types. I haven't met everyone yet, but those I have are wonderful souls.

The vibe in this place is amazing. It was said that there is some sort of energy vortex underneath this block. I don't know what it is, but yesterday I was dancing around on the huge sprung dance floor, chasing and being chased by Tranny the cat, hiding around the pillars and behind the plants, having a grand old time.

There is an amazing rooftop with a view of the Manhattan skyline and the Statue of Liberty. We have a sound system, video projector and space to have hundreds of people over for gatherings and events. I'm sure I'll be throwing a shindig or two myself. Today there's a wedding being held here.

It's a bright sunny day, so I think I'll go meet up with one of my girl friends and her dog to drive upstate to find a lake to swim in...then back down to catch some barbecue action in Astoria, Queens... more good friends, food and fun. There will probably be some great fire spinning too.

I hope wherever you are and whatever you are doing, that you have a glorious day filled with Light and Love!

Peace,
Dallas

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Where does the time go?  

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Wow! It's been a week?! Really??

I think it's time to make a video blog entry with a few highlights from the weeks events. I've been having so much fun I haven't even had time to cut any film or share any stories.

It's been more of the same goodness with great gatherings including the Dance Parade. A week of forming fast friendships, expanded living opportunities, magical meetings and collaborative connections.

I am looking at some new, low cost space to live and work. I've also been meeting more people who click with me and also need some extra help/camera talent. That'll include some field work for live event video streaming, which may lead into more of the same and larger production roles. I'll share more later. I have my first shoot this Sunday at the opening at a new MGM Grand Hotel.

I also learned how to stilt walk yesterday...I gained balance and was walking like a champ until I tried to dance too hard and snapped the heel plate (!). Oops. I'll fix it.

Learning to walk with 3 foot extensions strapped to your feet and calf is challenging and fun. Hopefully, I'll get back up soon and continue to get used to walking and dancing in stilts.

I'll catch you up more later. Thanks so much for stopping by to read the latest. I hope you have a great day. Take care and let's get together somewhere down the road soon! It's gonna be an exciting summer, so stay tuned. Please do drop a line and o tell me what you're up to as well? I'd love to hear about it.

Peace,
Dallas

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Up at the Crack of Noon  

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A slow cool misty rain coats Vinegar Hill on this late Monday morning in Brooklyn. My nose awakens to the pungent wafts of coffee rising to the lofted guest bed on which I rest. Sweet voices break the silence as c & c, two endearing souls who've opened their spacious art studio and living quarters to me, exchange pleasantries.

It's the end of of another long weekend of music, dance, art, food, drink and wanderlust. Miss c2 and I joined sugarbeet on a road trip to partake in the vaunted Philadephia Experiment (PEX). Let's just say it was a resounding success! All participants were fully experimentalized, philly style.

Leaving Brooklyn Saturday at nine in the evening for a hundred mile trek to the dungeoness multileveled central philly night club proved to be great timing. We arrived a around Midnight and joined the throngs to dance, rock, shake, grind, beat, bang, hoop, spin, mingle and be merry until the sun greeted us ....all along, the booty busting bass rocked the parking lot on 5th and Brown.

The after party was a little more laid back, but still had some killer beats in the basement, fresh bagels from the hostess with the mostess and lovely long couches to get a couple winks before driving back to the city for a late afternoon dinner party.

Friday was more of the same, but of a different flavor. We were invited to Troma Entertainment's midnight after party for the New York premiere of their latest film Poultrygeist: Night of the Living Chicken. The mayhem masters have been rocking the house of horror and shocking shlock for 30 years and are best known for their for cult classic, The Toxic Avenger.

One of my moving friends who helps me out with NY Pickup plays guitar. I'd never heard him, but finally got the chance to check them out as one of three bands featured at the party at Fontana's on Manhattan's lower east side.. Just he and Tom, as USAisaMonster cranking out their experimental progressive compositions.

From their myspace page:

"hello. we wanna play in every town! please get in touch and we'll come to your town! thats why we got on this website, to possibly meet new people in new towns. thanks."




The other act I was lucky to witness was Kocho-bi-sexual. Melodic trans pop boogie-ness emoted from their Hammond organ, Roland space echo and haunting voices. Dance, dream and delight the night away swimming in the most wondrous sounds around. You must find time to enjoy some soon! [video coming...]

Finally, after the long Saturday-into-Sunday... our friend J cajoles c2 and I to a cozy brooklyn studio apt for their weekly Sunday evening live jazz series. It is a very cozy arrangement in the second floor room. A dozen or so people sit along the wall on pillows, enjoying wine and popcorn. Although exhausted from the weekend, we caught part of the first set before heading back to get some rest. It was a most fitting end to previous 72 hours of life living and music loving. I still need to get the names of the players, but I'll get a a little clip of video up soon for you to enjoy.

Now... it's already near sunset. I started this blog entry six hours ago. In between creating the title and finally publishing it, I've managed to relax just perfectly, pickup some bagels, read, edit some video and help miss c spot move some furniture around the studio.

It's almost time to get some dinner, then perhaps go out to find another adventure tonight. Enjoy yours and relish every moment of it!

Peace,
D

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Sean Bell Civil Disobedience Action  

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I joined activists We Are Change to film and document the civil disobedience action that was held at NYPD headquarters in New York City to voice the massive public outcry against the acquittal of the officers accused of Sean's death. Reverend Al Sharpton led hundreds into the streets to call attention to this unjust verdict.

The story is worth researching, if only as an exemplification of the level of violence and brutality known to be be standard operating procedure for the NYPD.

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House of Yes Benefit  

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Hey! What's up?! How've you been? Me? I'm good.

The sun is shining in Brooklyn as I type this. In fact, that reminds me of the song I heard performed last night at the House of Yes Benefit. There was a chorus that went something like:

It's snowing in Queens,
foggy in Manhattan,
there's rain up in the Bronx
and it's always shitty in Staten,
but the sun it shines in Brooklyn.
The last two nights have been full of revelry, Light and charity. Friday night was the 3rd annual Black and Light Ball. Hundreds upon hundreds of us descended upon the meat packing district to dance, drink and dance some more. Mostly dance.

The theme focused around black lit fashion and style. There was a show by Wheylan that was off the hook. That boy can whip a pile of fabric into the hottest thing around. He might make me an outfit in exchange for a video shoot. I would be so honored to get a pair of hot pants made by his hand.

Needless to say it was a late night. The party went until 6am. Many of us left early and drove to the Wonderland house for an after party. But it was a quiet one. Just a small gathering which eventually led to a short stint on the couch to catch a few winks.

Saturday was the benefit event for the House of Yes fire. We all flocked downtown to the Pussycat Lounge as it was stripped of it's usual scores of naked women and filled with generous souls willing to donate to the Yes recovery.

There was a silent auction in which yours truly won a bid on a couple gallons of gin that survived the fire. Stay tuned for the gin and juice house of yes mini happy hour party, coming soon to a mouth near you.

Carl Saytor snapped many a fine photo. They can all be seen on his Flicker page.

DJs, bands and performing artists donated their time and put on a hell of a show. Around 4am, the crowd rolled outside into the misty morning. Aerial artists rigged up a silk to the scaffolding outside the club and began to perform while a marching band filled the night air with sounds of celebration.

Taxi's rolling around the corner, shining their lights through the street steam cast an electric glow across the throng. It was a perfect scene. A few of us were sitting in the back of my covered pickup truck, lounging and relaxing as we gazed down towards the corner of Greenwich and Rector to watch and listen.

Saturday ended at Sunday sunrise as I settled in to sleep. Now, I sit at a friends in Dumbo, dawdling the day away. Maybe a meal is in the making. We'll see.

Until next time, have a wonderful weekend I hope to see you sometime soon, somewhere down the road.

Big Love,
Dallas

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Fire Island  

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I really wanted to check out a play called Fire Island that was performed at the 3-Legged Dog Art and Technology center. 3LD has been a customer of mine for a couple year. Ever since I saw their space down on Greenwich St I have been wanting to attend a performance there. 3LD is a non-profit theater group that focus on experimental and large scale installations and performance, often utilizing video and other multimedia technology. Last year I was out of the city. So, when this season rolled around I was intrigued to see what they had to offer.

Fire Island is a play by Charles Mee. I won't go into detail as I haven't even seen it, but according to what I read in Playbill news it was an extravagant production that brought the beach to Manhattan, with the venue being transformed by sand, beach chairs, blended drinks, a live band and large format video projections combined with live action.

The play was about relationships at their various stages of development or dissolution. Who among us can't relate in some way to all the painful pleasures of passionate pursuits. I emailed my contact there and he said they'd be happy to trade me some tickets in exchange for my pickup and delivery work. But I never actually made it to a single performance!

However, last night, when I was at an event a block away I ventured down to 80 Greenwich to see if there was still anything happening. The show was over, but there were people hanging around visiting while video images displayed. The wide format screens displayed a sunny day of lounging around a poolside.

There were more than a few types of beautiful people gracing the screen. There were drag queens, beach bums and delicious dames at seaside. One of them, a tan and spicy Latina really caught my eye. The darked haired vixen with the fine figure and striking beauty had me wishing I could leap through the screen to join her in the water.

Springtime and into summer is my favorite time of year. New birth, new life, new adventure. Even the old and familiar can feel new and alive. It's all in how you look at it.

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Living Situation  

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I reported before that I would be staying in Long Island City, managing a building for a friend in exchange for living quarters. Well, that's changed. He decided to give one of his current tenants the responsibility instead. I can crash for two weeks, but then I am back in the truck until he has an opening again in late August.

I do have many friends around New York that constantly remind me I have a place to stay anytime I like. That's a blessing. Meanwhile, I'll keep open to other possibilities that may pop up on my radar.

Life is good. The weather is lovely. The sun is shining. Who can complain?

Not much of an update today. I do have some things I've started writing that I'd like to post soon; meanderings on Love for one. I find the subject of romantic relationship to be fascinating. I also want to write a little about something called psychic vampirism. This is the concept of having your energy drained by another person, often without either of you realizing what is happening. It's like when you spend time with someone and you feel exhausted after the encounter. I recently read about this and would like to share more.

Ok... off to enjoy the day. An artist friend might paint my truck today. If that happens I hope share video of the experience.

ciao

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Fire at the House of Yes  

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Normally, this is the kind of fire at the House of Yes.



But last night, it was a seemingly innocuous toaster and a five foot paper puppet goblin head hung on the wall above that began a dangerous dance of flames that engulfed the enclave of a dozen or more artists. The enormous loft, performance space and living quarters located near flushing and metropolitan was a well loved and respected community that regularly hosted gatherings for the purposes of making fun and art.

I'd actually only ever been once before....but during the day to pickup up some things to bring to another event. I was welcomed graciously and fed breakfast before I was allowed to leave on my errand way. It felt like Home for my few minutes of mealtime.

Last night, I had just arrived at a party hosted by another collective and underground live music and late night party promise land. The host alerted me to the fact that there had been a fire and asked if I could drive his van to them to load out any salvaged belongings.

So I jump in the van, whip across Brooklyn and arrive at the two story building, to a see people scattered about placing things out on the streets. I walk up the dark stairs and wade through ankle high pools of ashen water. We carry out as many things as we can before the landlord comes to board up the doors to prevent looting.

Spirits remain high despite the tragic events of the evening. We gather up things, jump in the vans drive off to not so distant Dumbo. The party continues past dawn, until eventually the House of Yes members crash on couches to dream away the day.

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The Streets of New York City  

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One week left of the vagabond lifestyle for me. As much as I enjoy being mobile with my little Chevy joyride of freedom, the time has come for me to forgo my camping out on the streets of New York City for some indoor sleeping quarters.

I still "live" in my truck, because I do lots of driving around the city on a daily basis with my delivery business. As such, I will continue to bring you the sights, sounds and stories of the streets and the people I meet. I'm still working on the technical aspects of live broadcasting, so hopefully there will be more on that front soon as well.

Meanwhile, I've secured free room and board in exchange for my services. I will be the "mini-superintendent" of my friend's six unit apartment building in Long Island City. I say "mini" because it will require very little interaction with the tenants. I'll be more of a building babysitter than a super, but I'll still be the first point of contact should anyone need anything.

I'll be staying in a chilled out basement apartment with my own private backyard and roof access. It's a great neighborhood that's only one subway stop from Manhattan.


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There is a beach of sorts, called Water Taxi Beach, where I can go lay out, play volleyball and watch the sunset over the city. However, If I want to swim in the ocean, I'll have to head out towards Rockaway Beach as it's probably the closest "real" beach on the water. Coney Island is a little closer, but the beach and water is not as clean as Rockaway.

So... living in New York for no cost. That's friggin awesome dude! I can work on my documentary footage, do more writing and collaborate with others on more projects. Besides exploring and playing in the city all summer long, I'll also be heading upstate often to go camping for real (in nature). I'm sure the occasional road trip to other parts of New England will ensue. I'm also trying to get to Burning Man again this year in late August.

My friend is working on funding for his feature film as well. If he gets it off the ground, he may start shooting this fall. Who knows, maybe I'll even be helping out with that production.

2008 is going to be a great year, I can feel it. Creativity, success and Love flow forth very easily and I welcome all the returns that it brings with tremendous gratitude.

- D

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Time Travel - Riding the Fourth Dimension  

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Here's a 44 minute television program about the scientific realities of time travel.

It's a good follow up piece to the Imagining the Tenth Dimension video I posted earlier.

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Apology Denied  

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"To Err is Human, to Forgive, Divine"

We've all heard this quote by the English poet, Alexander Pope. Humans do make mistakes in life. Our words and actions can result in pain for others and for ourselves. Making amends with those with whom we've slighted can be healing and transformative to our spirits.

This path becomes difficult when estrangement enters the equation. What do you do when you have a desire to apologize, but your attempts at reconciliation are shunned? What then? I wondered previously what constitutes forgiveness in my post called "bad blood." Does it take two people to fulfill the act of forgiveness? What happens if one party denies the other the opportunity to apologize?

I am speaking of a situation where both people are still living, but one is choosing to completely shut the other out for reasons of their own choosing. Maybe it's two family members who have had a disagreement. Perhaps it's a romantic relationship that has hit the rocks. Maybe former friends are fighting over something that one of them sees as "unforgivable".

What does that mean? "unforgivable"? Is anything really truly unforgivable? I've heard accounts of a murder victim's family forgiving the killer. Why do they do this? Is it because they don't want to harbor the anger and resentment in their being, so they release it through this process of forgiveness?

Speaking personally, it troubles me deeply when there exists any echoes of disaffection with another in my life. I choose to be friends with everyone I meet. Now, does that mean they will all like me back? Perhaps not. But I see nothing wrong with having the desire for persistent friendship.

Sometimes two people can "agree to disagree" on a subject. They may not see eye-to-eye, but at least they arrived at that understanding together. What becomes more painful to the heart is to be denied the opportunity to apologize and clear the air. Wounds are not allowed the closure they need, festering openly. Ignoring or hiding from it, doesn't promote healing. In fact, it may result in apathy and indifference that can be as destructive as intentions of ill will.

If you are able to arrive at some sort of understanding, with levels of compassion and empathy then you'll certainly be able to allow forgiveness to occur. It is recognized that these are not easy things to do. Love, understanding, compassion and empathy (L.U.C.E.) are powerful emotional actions of the human heart. The acronym LUCE ('luce' is Latin for 'light') can help us remember to shine our best on a gloomy situation. Negative feelings, creeping in the shadows can't stay hiding if we illuminate the darkness with our Hearts filled with LUCE.

My sincere wish is for peace and healing to occur on all levels of life, be it personal human relationships or centuries long strife and struggle among nations and their peoples.

Whatever "Err" has occurred that weighs heavy on your mind, bring it Love, understanding, compassion and empathy. You may learn that when you let your Light shine forth, you have a power to heal that is truly Divine.

Be Blessed!

- Dallas

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TYPING IN ALL CAPS SPEAKS VOLUMES  

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DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?

Have you ever read a posted comment or received an email from someone who insists on using all capital letters in their response? They spew out their apparent anger and frustration in long, run-on sentences with paragraph upon paragraph of entirely UPPER CASE type face.

ALL CAPS is often used to denote yelling or high volume speech. The larger, bolder and more menacing upper case letters read a bit like having a crazy woman screaming at you on the street. It's quite unnerving.

Do they really think it actually serves as a functional form of effective communication? It doesn't. In fact, it says far more about them as person than the subject at hand.

Intense and highly emotional individuals are prone to dramatic forms of expression. In their defense, I don't mean to imply that their anger is unequivocally unjustified or their message meaningless...quite the contrary. Their points may be valid, but it can be drowned out in all the literal shouting going on.

Each person casts a reflection of their life experiences upon those they meet through the forms and style of interpersonal communication in which they engage. It may not be realized, but the impressions left upon you from your past echo forward at varying levels depending on how much and how well they've been processed and integrated by your pysche.

For example, if you were yelled at as a child, that's how you learned to communicate,with force and anger. I can imagine that the complexities of the psychological impact from an unpleasant childhood can take a lifetime from which to recover. Add to that years of other forms of potentially dysfunctional relationships with colleagues, coworkers, siblings, friends and lovers and no wonder so many of us can become unbalanced.

Angry forms of communication often beget reactionary defensive behavior. A cycle of ever destructive actions can be started through this type of dialogging. It's not a fun roller coaster to ride.... I should know. I've been guilty of falling into that trap in the past. I prefer a more civil discourse utilizing logic and reason. However, this takes practice... and control.

It's not easy to engage your emotions, especially anger. Some people are more sensitive in nature than others and thus, susceptible to being set off easily. Utilizing patience, understanding and compassion you can deal with situations of ill feeling. Listening to another's point of view and emotional content takes skill to truly hear what they are saying. You can right the ship and sail on to calm waters.

I'm as capable as the next guy at getting angry and yelling to make a point. Usually, that's because of frustration of not being "heard" or more apporpriately, understood. However, I've also had angry feelings surface and been able to express them freely. That's because I've been fortunate to have had the other party listen with the full intent of understanding the underlying issues instead of hearing only the louder volume.

These are things that occupy my mind as I reflect upon my own experiences in life. Some lessons are learned the hard way. Others are gained through intellectual knowledge, but until dealt with in a real life situation can still pose the potential for disaster. My hope is that calmer hearts and minds prevail.

SO DON'T PISS ME OFF!! GOT IT?!?

just kidding
;-D

Much Love,
Dallas

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The Illegal Income Tax  

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Yesterday was April 15th.


To most Americans, that date means it's time to pay taxes. However, for millions of others, it is the day that they use to remind others that there is no law requiring them to file a 1040 or pay a tax on their personal labor and income.

Here's a good way to learn more about this unconstitutional tax and the unlawful collection and enforcement actions taken by the IRS and the lower courts.

Please watch the late Aaron Russo, producer of The Rose and Trading Places, as he investigates in his film, America: Freedom to Fascism

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Ching Chong Song  

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I just found this flipping tv channels at a friend's place. It was on the Manhattan Neighborhood Network cable access show called Checkerboard Kids. I don't know who this "Joyce" is or why she takes over the show, but how funny is this?! Like, seriously...

And Ching Chong Song is somebody I hope to see and hear live. They are touring Europe now, but will be back to their home base of Brooklyn next month. Check 'em out.

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Hello from Brooklyn  

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Monsanto and the Death of Food Sovereignty  

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I recently watched a French documentary called The World According to Monsanto. It's actually a bit disturbing. The filmmaker travels the globe to meet farmers affected by this multinational giant's increasingly huge seed monopoly. The Monsanto corporation is genetically modifying and patenting the seeds of staple food sources around the world.

They splice in a protein to make the seed resistant to their deadly weed killer, Round Up. If you are a farmer and you grow from their seeds, you are required to buy them again each season. You also need their chemicals to kill the weeds and fertilize them. If you get caught saving and re-using the seeds, they seek legal action. (see Vanity Fair article here)

One of the farmers from South America said it best when stating that this practice is destroying food sovereignty, meaning if you want to grow your own food to feed your family, it will be more and more difficult as these genetically modified seeds spread across the planet. They are invasive and take over neighboring fields of naturally organic crops.

In fact, Mexican corn, so wholesome for millennia and considered a pure source.... has been contaminated . The Mexican government doesn't allow GMO seeds, but the corn coming in as a result of the NAFTA agreements has found a way to cross pollinate and create trans-genetic mutations.

The net of all of this is that Monsanto is trying to "own" the food sources on this planet. We, as humans could soon be fully dependent on third parties to feed us. We won't be able to raise our own crops without the patented seeds or necessary fertilizers and pesticides.

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The Continental - 5 Shots of Anything for $10  

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Here I sit.... Drinking my troubles away....

Just kidding! Yes, I am drinking, but just a couple beers. And surfing the free wifi here. I never heard of The Continental but apparently, it was a punk hot spot for years. You can see the picture of Iggy Pop on their wall below, taken at a show in 1993.



I started coming here a couple weeks ago for a "burning man" happy hour. The owner is a burner and offers up free shots of whiskey and free pizzas for us each Wednesday. How generous! And quite tasty too.

I sit alone with my Yuengling. It's a quiet Monday night here at the Continental. There's a booth of twenty something girls, downing shots, a bored bartender and a big bouncer asking people not to smoke cigarettes right in front of the entrance.

It's after midnight. My truck is parked south of St. Marks out on 3rd ave, but I'll probably sleep back in Dumbo. I have a new favorite spot there underneath the Manhattan Bridge. It's unregulated parking, so I don't have to move my truck for street cleaning or anything. I can sleep in, if I want. And I often do.

I find this type of living to be quite liberating and oddly enjoyable. When you don't have a traditional home to relax in, you tend to find yourself in the most interesting places. Sure, I could be sitting my ass on a lazy boy, in my mortgaged home, surfing my overpriced internet service while keeping a half ear and eye on my advanced home theater system of streaming digital distraction.

But, I'm not...

I'm living freely....without the attachment to these things of which I held so dearly in a past life. The tethers are loose... the debt ridden ride I was on for a dozen or more years is over. Nobody owns me. I decide what I do, when I do it and who I do it with. Absolute control.

I do realize when I say these things that I am still dependent. I still have to rely on money to make things happen. Yes, I can make it myself, by using my mind or my muscle. However, true liberation from this system can only occur if I own my own land, grow my own food and had access to my own source of water.

Meanwhile, I sip the last ounce of my beer, contemplating a late night snack. I wish I could grow my own pizza.

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Live Broadcasts and Wearable Video Art  

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I am looking at different web applications and video services that will allow me to stream live from my truck. What will I talk about? What can I show you? Maybe you'll tune in. Maybe you won't. I just want to see if I can get it to work. So, check back later for more on that pursuit.

Another concept I have is for a wearable piece of video art. I want to design a jacket that has little video monitors all over it... the monitors would be the flip out video screens from old cameras. I envision having a dozen on the front and on the back. There will be little camera lenses wired to them. The lenses aiming forward will display on my back. Likewise, the cameras pointing backwards behind me, will display on the front. So, if you are behind me, you will see a mosiac of images from the field of vision in front of body. If I am walking toward you, the images from behind me will be seen as you approach. The concept is to allow the wearer to become "transparent" in a sense. I still have quite a bit of engineering to accomplish, but I think I can find some resources to teach myself how to wire it.

I might also make a pair of pants with the same design. I have an erotically radical idea for another specific camera mounting for the lower half of the suit. However, I will keep it PG rated for now and not go into the details. Let's just say a surgical camera will be housed in a replica of something that would normally reside behind the zipper. The images would display on the outside of sunglasses being worn by the, um... camera man.

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It's 5am and the Lion Sleeps Tonight  

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Laying down to sleep after another great late night gathering. My lovely little friend Miss C Spot and her roomie Miss Candi had a house warming and invited a few dozen of us.

One of the guests was a DJ, so he plugged in his ipod. We danced and ate and drank all night.

I've been meeting the warmest, most welcoming people lately. Sincere and shining souls with all manor of interests and talents.

Miss C has a script or two she has sitting around, so we think we might shoot one, or make some other video art. Regardless of projects, it's gonna be a great spring and summer.

I sure hope whatever comes your way brings you all the bliss you deserve. Keep following it!

Goodnight [morning]
- dallas

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Summer in the City  

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What a beautiful day today! It was in the low 70's all day, sunny and actually a bit hot.

I spent the night sleeping on w24th st so I could be nearer to the NYC rec center in Chelsea. One of my friends works out and plays basketball there every morning at 8:30. I joined up the other day so I could have a place to shower. There are dozens of them throughout the five boroughs. They have cardio, weights, basketball, swimming, climbing, ping pong, arts room, computer center and more. I am thinking about volunteering in the computer center, actually.

So, you get access to all of them, and for only .20 a day on average. It's $75 for the year!! Amazing. Why would you ever join a gym and pay that much per month? Just so you have free towels and a sauna or steam room? Fughet about it!

So, I work out, play some hoops...then drive over to Dumbo, where I have storage. The storage is 24 hour access in an old warehouse/artist loft building. It's great because there is a garage and loading dock that I can use as well. The side door opens up and you can see a spectacular view of the Brooklyn Bridge. I'll share a photo later.

I walk up to Pedro's to have myself some hueveos rancheros. Delish. Then back to the storage to get out my bike. It was a perfect day to ride. I peddled my ass up and over the Manhattan Bridge...eventually ending up at the Jivamukti Yoga center. They have a peaceful cafe inside, making it a great escape from the hustle and bustle of Union Square.

I have been in and around Jivamukti for years and attending many events held in the space as well. I think it's about time I started yoga. It's $250 for unlimited monthly access. And from what I know, they have some really amazing teachers.

Although I like myself just as I am, I still have much work to do towards my goals of higher personal and spiritual evolution. Besides yoga and meditation, I am also interested in something called structural integration. I really want to clear myself and my psyche of unwanted baggage and blocks and negative habits. A tune up, if you will.

I wish I had someone to go through all this with... someone to share the ups and downs of the path... a workout partner, or something. I have this idea of also cleansing and eating vegan..... just to see what sort of changes I feel happening in my body and mind. A 90 day program, perhaps.... a little human experiment.

I think it would be great to document it. To find a man and woman, say...near forty years old... that want to star in my production of "The 40 yr old Vegan". Hmmm.... that gives me an idea....

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Guacamole On Houston  

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I made a batch of guacamole the other day and shared it with some friends.

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Previously on Treasure Island  

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I spent a few weeks in Florida and a couple of the nights listening to my friend Mark play bongos in his beach band, Dos Locos.

Nothing like sipping on a delicious margarita, catching some rays and feeling the salty breeze blow your hair.

It's a tough life....but somebody's gotta live it!

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Camping on Vinegar Hill  

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I am mobile again.

I was staying at a friend's for a month while expecting to move into a 6 unit Long Island City apartment house in April, which I was going to manage in exchange for rent. However, the timing got messed up, so I'm back on the road until at least May.

I'm so used to living in my truck though, that it isn't a bother at all. Sure, the inside space is a little tight and it's hard to host a dinner party, but the weather is pleasant and the neighborhood is quiet... so who's to complain?

The streets here are old school cobble stone. The buildings are so quaint. It's a very cool neighborhood to me. I've been through here before. I remember the first time I turned onto Hudson Ave. I felt like I stepped out of time. It looks and feels like no street I have seen anywhere in the entire city. And it's one train stop away from Manhattan. I knew the first time around that I really wanted to live here and now... guess what?? I am! Hey, even if it's just a night, it's still a dream that I made come true.

So, this is me... the 40 year old wannabe filmmaker, not eager to give my time in exchange for dollars for high rent, living in my truck and feeling as free as can be.

Ain't life grand?

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Do you ever miss me?  

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Sometimes I wonder if those who have been close to me, but for a variety of reasons have lost touch or choose to remain distant, ever actually miss me or the memories we created. It seems vain, I suppose. Should it even matter?

I miss them. I do.

Sure...some more than others, but I still miss them all. I miss those that can miss me back as much as those that have passed on.

I miss my old college friends and the simple days gone by of limited responsibility and maximum drinkability.

I miss my former wife and our early escapades as newly married young adults venturing out into the world.

I miss my last love and the lost opportunity for understanding, forgiveness and a sustainable path to a long future together.

I miss my Uncle Robert, who passed away from AIDS before I moved to New York and was able to spend any real time getting to know him in my adult life.

I miss my grandmother Violet, whose kind, giving and sweet nature has blessed my being and surely influenced me.

I miss my grandfather, Ernie, who's strong work ethic and quiet character made him a silent force of fatherhood for his family of sons, setting an example long followed into the next generation.

Perhaps we'll all be together again at some point and the missing will subside for each and every one of us. Separation from the whole is unpleasant and I believe it is manifested in many forms via this interpersonal relationship maze we call life. We connect with others, then we sometimes lose that connection.

Maybe above this third dimension and beyond the limitations of the fourth dimension of Time, we will come to know a Truth. We might just find out that we have always been together and never truly been separate at all. We just don't know it yet.

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No Sleep till Brooklyn  

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Whew! What a weekend. Dancing till dawn and then some.

No sleep... but tons o' fun.

I don't know where the energy comes from sometimes. I mean, I am not able to stay up all night because of any white powder. I just get high from the people and the music and dancing. It's ecstatic.

I attended the Kostume Kult's annual Horned Ball. All manor of beasts, animals and mythical creatures were out in full force.

I had a friend apply makeup to me. I can't believe I forgot to get a picture of myself, but he had sprouted small horns and make up to give me that freshly deviled look. He also lent me some colored contacts that were yellowish with red fringe. I looked quite "possessed". It was a little freaky.

I've never worn contact lenses. It felt weird at first, but I got used to it. It did limit my vision a little though. At one point, I thought I lost a contact on the ground, but it turned out that it was in the corner of my eye. I was able to work it back into position.

I didn't really have time to put together a costume, so I was wearing street clothes. I did add a furry red jacket of sorts and an angora fedora. However, after arriving at the party and seeing the great costumes, I had to go back to my truck so see what I could create. I found a large piece of orange fabric that I used once to cover a sofa. I undressed into flip flops, wrapped that around my waist and cinched it with a swath of white fur as a belt. Much more comfortable than jeans... free and loose. Ahhhh.... let the boys the breath.

The event lasted until about 4am. Soon after, loads of new friends were piling in my truck and driving to a loft in Dumbo for an afterparty. More DJs and dancing until the sun came up. Then, we sat around the living room, singing improv songs, playing guitar and drumming. That fun ended for me at 10:00am when I had to go pickup some furniture for someone. I finally took a two hour nap at about 2pm. Today, I recover.

I'm not hungover or anything though... 'cause I don't really drink that heavy. Yes, I can throw down whiskey like a rock star, and often do...but being inebriated beyond my normal intellectual capabilities is not my usual style.

All in all it was a blast. I had a great time going solo, but do think it would have been better if I had a date. Having my own sexy little beast to dress up with and share in the extravaganza would have been wonderful playtime for both of us.

I have been making more friends though...and that's nice. Most of the people I have been meeting have been though all the connections I made though the Burning Man community. The New York contingent is strong and are all quite lovely people. Besides being fiercely free and radically fun, they are also warm, giving and supportive to old and new comers alike. It's like family.

This year, as I spread my wings further... I look forward to collaborations on film, art and performance. Who knows what will happen!

Have a Lovely Day and thanks for reading.

Hugs,
Dallas

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Long day and rockin night  

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Just eating some killer Indian food as I wind down here at 4:30am. I am beat...exhausted, actually.

I worked my ass off today hauling 4 sleeper sofa's. One up 5 flights. Then another down 5 flights, carrying above our shoulders too... it sucked.

Then another super huge leather sleeper sofa was next. Down 2 flights in Red Hook, Brooklyn and jammed in the narrowest stairwell I've ever seen in New York City. We drove that 11 miles to Astoria in Queens and up another flight and thru a wickedly tight door.

So after getting done late around 9pm, drenched with the sweat of hours of labor, I decide to shower up and head uptown to see Widespread Panic. The show started an hour before, but I hope that there is an opening band and perhaps Panic went on late. I don't have a ticket, but knew I'd figure something out.

I drove instead of taking the train, but almost gave up when parking around the theater was tight. All of sudden I find a spot. Nice... a few blocks.

I walk to the box office, but they are closed... and sold out. So I walk down the side of the building, through a service corridor and open into an door. Sure enough, it looks like a backstage area of some sorts... maybe the catering area.

A few food preparers were sitting around a table and look at me startled. I somehow convinced them I was just going back inside and acted like I knew what I was doing. Sure enough, it worked. I was inside. I ended up lucking out and getting in the front row.

I walked into the refrains of Wondering. Needless to say, I danced my booty off for what turned out to be most of the second set and the encore.

The venue in Washington Heights is amazingly beautiful, called The United Palace Home. When I exited, someone hands me a flier for a band called Twiddle who was playing till 4am in midtown on 45th and 5th. The odd thing was that a new friend I met in the Florida Everglades at the Langerado Festival had also advised me to check these guys out. So here was me being handed my little reminder message. Cool.

I entered Connolly's to the sounds of dueling guitars. And sure enough, there's Wiley onstage trading licks with their lead guitarist and singer. Fantastic show. I shot a good chunk of footage. I'll put up some video soon.

And the best part was making another new friend who I gave a ride downtown. He ended up hooking me up with a Widespread Panic ticket for Saturday night. Sweet dude.

- goodnight.

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Imagining the Tenth Dimension  

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A friend shared this with me recently. Good stuff. A real mind twister.


Let me know what do you think...





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Hi Honey, I'm Home  

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Have you ever met a loved one at the airport or bus terminal?

You go running into each others warm and waiting arms and lock in a tender, passionate embrace.

What a joy in life! Today, I fly home to my truck. She's waiting patiently for me. She's a beauty.

She loves me. She's always there for me when I need a lift. She enjoys traveling together on new adventures. She helps me with direction if I feel a little lost. At night, she lights up when we're together.

My Truck let's me climb in to ride her any time I want. She purrs inside when I turn her on. She likes driving fast or slow. She can use all four wheels and back up with ease. She gets worked up driving in nature. She enjoys the rough road sometimes. She doesn't mind getting dirty. I wash her body after we're through riding.

I don't need to look at other trucks, but even if I did happen to glance she doesn't get jealous, because she knows she's the only one going home with me.

Truck Sweet Home

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Hidden Track  

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You're listening to some CD, leave it in the player...start to notice there is no music, when all of a sudden a new track starts to play, tagged on to the end of the last song. A hiden track.

That happened to me today and it made me wonder....Do our lives have hidden tracks? Is there some super special bit of information that will be revealed to us, if we just wait it out?

Maybe our task is to quiet our mind enough to allow it to be heard. Perhaps the hidden track is deep inside our psyche and reveals all the secrets of our Being.

What if our hidden track has been playing this whole time and we just didn't know how to listen for it? What if it's been the underlying frequency for all of mankind, but our noise and disharmony has drown it out, preventing Us from tuning in and waking up to a new song.

Will we know when we hear it?

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Anyway...that's what it made me think of.

Whatever lay hidden in your heart, I wish it to awaken at the blink of your eye.

All my Best,
Dallas

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Back to NYC and living in my truck  

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I fly back to New York on Wednesday. I had been talking with a friend about managing his rentals and living in one unit starting April 2nd. However, that's changed... he has someone visiting and had to give them the space I was going to use. I can still do the management option with him, but it might not start until May. So, when I get back to the city, it will be all about the Chevy truck until I figure out something else. At least it's getting warmer there.

At this stage in my life, having left the corporate 9-5 paycheck world for artistic passions and pursuits, I find it exhilarating to live like a gypsy of sorts. The detachment from the material holdings is undoubtedly liberating. I have stuff, sure... in storage... but I want the stuff in my Heart, Mind and Soul to account for my "wealth".

My little delivery business, NYpickup.com, manages to cover my expenses. I don't eat sushi every night, but when I do eat it, what a treat! Otherwise, I know some great cheap eats in the city to keep my belly full and my body healthy.

I think when I get back, I'll join the NYC rec centers so I can swim, work out, rock climb and have a place to shower. That and my truck, will make the month of April go by very easily.

The main reason I want to be in the city is to have more opportunity to find creative collaborations. And, it's a fun city, so why not?

However, if the wind blows strong enough, I might just find myself back out in Colorado before the end of the year.

You just never know, till you know...

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