and I will honor it come Hell or high water (especially come high water!): I will become a guy named "Captain." I like the sound of "Captain Chuck" or "Capitano Carlos," don't you?
I wish I could claim ownership of the "Guys Na...
I usually don't like listening to myself, but I've always kinda liked this one.
This one is pretty cool too. I remember the day we recorded it in Serge's little Greenpoint studio like it was yesterday.
If you were living in the Antebellum South pre-1860 as a white person, would you have had the guts to stand up and declare slavery immoral and reprehensible, even if it meant you would be declared insane and unemployable? Would you have been willi...
Just a reminder to check the podcast. Sometimes stories are better told by spoken word or music than through text and pictures.
Sometimes they're better told through video, and I promise there will be video within a week or two of the point at which I set sail which should ...
Where to begin?
You think to yourself, "How can I just pedal my bicycle the beach and lounge about in the warm sun reading, striking up the odd conversation, swimming here and there for exercise and joy when the whole world has gone insane and people are lining up to be probed...
Getting from Cabo to La Paz is easier than it sounds, and this is why it's sometimes best to ask around rather than relying on the Internet. My tocallo had suggested going to this shopping mall on the outskirts of Cabo and catching a bus from there instead of taking a shuttl...
First of all, when I say, "rednecks," I don't mean all rednecks, and I don't mean just the ones from south of the Mason-Dixon line. There are plenty of rednecks in Queens, NY -- you know, the Archie Bunkers of the world. I'm talmbout white people whose necks turn red after a...
When I meet hablantes nativos of Spanish, I usually tell them my name is Charles because it is, and they seem to have trouble pronouncing "Chuck;" it always comes back as a timid "Shuck" or "Chook," with a little question mark in parentheses after they repeat it to be sure the...
Still euphoric from my daily swim in perfectly aquamarine, pristine, cool sea water, I strolled toward town. A few steps ahead, a well heeled senior (tourist, I assumed) directed a dapper (in a Cabo kind of way) young man to take a snapshot. I took the yo...
... the earth and the sky blend into one, where
dreams and reality grow indistinct from one another, where
water and fire unite, where
darkness concedes to light, where
night and day gently converge, where
straight and gay are meaningless words, where
yin and yang swirl and s...