Showing posts with label Existential Journeys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Existential Journeys. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Dear Hiram Bingham...

More pasty people journal at Machu Picchu than an indie coffee house.

I regrettably forgot mine.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Do Not Open

This book seemed intriguing, but the title inspired me not to read it.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Boys Will Be Boys

My voyage to Turkey made me realize Muslim and Christian men both want the same thing.

Larger erections.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Turkish Hamam

J.Ro is off on a journey of Elizabeth Gilbert proportions. He will return once he learns to stop referring to himself in third person.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Sushi. Geisha. Onsen.

Every celebrity requires a detox. And J.Ro is no exception.

I'm off on a voyage of Elizabeth Gilbert proportions. Many colleagues requested to substitute during my absence, but I respect my Romaniacs too much to delude your minds with words other than my own.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Save It For Salem

It's one thing to practice witchcraft, it's another to brag about it on the back of your Prius.

In these polarizing times, people are hungry for a scapegoat. Has this witch never seen The Crucible?

Friday, September 2, 2011

Between A Rock and a Hard Place (For Reals)

In all seriousness, 127 Hours inspired me.

The real life Aron Ralston went all that time without water. So in honor of him, the real life J.Ro will go 27 hours without an ipod.

I'm in the midst of surviving hour three, and already feel a deeper understanding of Aron's struggle.