LA PUNTA ZICATELA, OAXACA
JOURNAL
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
Michael sees if he can break the combined juggling record of two childhood rivals, while promoting the release of The Light Switches' second album "There is No Need to Name the Moon."
BRISAS DE ZICATELA, OAXACA, MEXICO
MEXICAN BEDROOM // Apple iPhone 6 Plus. Rear Camera — 29 mm ƒ2.2
I really liked the way that surfboard turned, and that guitar sounded. Also, generally speaking I never permit myself the extravagance of having anything I use frequently be that brightly colored red. Perhaps one day I will learn from this photograph and allow myself to do so again.
LA PUNTA ZICATELA, OAXACA
LA PUNTA ZICATELA, OAXACA
I awoke around eight thirty and walked down to the cafe on the corner. I had a breakfast of salad, eggs, bread and coffee. It cost one hundred fifty pesos, which is around seven dollars. Then I walked back to Risas, had a swim, and then a smoke. After that I did some journaling, meditation, and spanish practice, had another smoke, worked on the website for a few hours, then worked on the demo for “Begging You,” for another couple of hours. It was five thirty in the afternoon at that point.
I had another smoke and then walked down to the point for a surf. Didn’t catch any waves but got a good paddle in, and the sunset was beautiful. I came back to Risas after that, showered off, then walked over to Alivo for chips and guacamole and a chicken burrito. While awaiting my dinner I did some more journaling. I plotted out all the creative threads I had running which entailed in part creating a classification system for works in progress to ensure an orderly documentation and completion. This would serve as the back end for my website, which in turn could serve as a portfolio that could help me qualify for Artist in Residency programs.
In the middle of all that I did some free writing on the feasibility of going to Norway and what I needed to do to make it happen. I pondered spending six months in Japan teaching English. I made a timeline for the six months that would follow my departure from Mexico. I completed a table tallying my expenditures for the day. I’d spent five hundred twenty pesos, which is about twenty five dollars.
After dinner I returned to Risas, drank three beers, and smoked five cigarettes while shuffling through instagram. I was seated at the white plastic table on my patio with the fan whirring in the warm, dark evening. I was in bed by ten thirty.
Below is a documentation of the music I’d worked on during the day in its present state of completion and a photograph of where I ate breakfast.
LA PUNTA ZICATELA, OAXACA
