The Nomad Revolution
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Dear friends, followers, fellow nomads, art and photography aficionados,
we are currently working on a show of photography from NYU’s archeological expedition in Egypt. Field Season is a collaborative project, and brings together work taken on site in Abydos, Egypt by Amanda Kirkpatrick, Greg Maka and Gus Gusciora.
Insider tip: the best thing about this work is that it shows what happens in the background of large scale digs in Egypt, the daily routines, the locals, the research teams, how contemporary Egypt continues to be greatly influenced by its ancient past, those aspects of archaeology generally under-presented by museums, institutions and scholars.
Since funding for the exhibition is extremely limited, we’ve put together a Kickstarter page for fund raising. We would greatly appreciate your support. Most importantly, please spread the word! And do try to come to the opening in December at the Kimmel Galleries at NYU, downtown New York City. Updates to come as the day approaches.
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The Nomad Revolution is preparing to drive very far in a (nearly) straight line tomorrow. Destination: Marfa, TX.
Advice from Wikitravel: The crime rate in Marfa is incredibly low compared to other nearby cities and towns. However, visitors are advised to check into their motels before 10 p.m. as the street lights in Marfa turn off at this time, or carry a flashlight or firearm. Once it gets dark, coyotes and pumas come down out of the Davis mountains looking for prey.
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Last week I took a quick trip to NR birth city: New York, NY. I was there just long enough to get the work done and see some of the best residents of Brooklyn. I luckily escaped back to Austin before the halloween blizzard, and had my sunroof open while the snow fell. Viva la Texas!
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in honor of Alina ABC
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almost impala, nirvana i mean
Alina, official friend, follower and unofficial attorney (enemies beware) of the Nomad Revolution© is currently visiting from Boston. On the occasion, since good weather happens mainly to those who wait, or go on vacation, she decided to rent a convertible. So for 2 days the nomads traveled in style. I would like to add that today I abandoned my work early in the day and gracefully landed with a Liv Tyler / Alicia Silverstone Crazy jump right on the back seat of the above mentioned motor vehicle. I wish I could have kept cruisin’ like Johnny Depp and Vincent Gallo in Arizona Dream all night. Instead I basked in the Austin sun, like the lizard king, well in this case queen, of one unusually cold late October afternoon.
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New Orleans, LA
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Vicksburg, MS
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i wrote a poem, it’s about the holiday inn pool. but it’s in french, because that’s how it made sense. it made sense in my fucked up french.
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Day 5 ended in Clarksdale, MS
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Mississippi blues
My grandparents have a bunch of Elvis 45s. They used to throw parties. And we’re talking about the roaring 50s in Romania. Roooar! I’m not sure how they will feel when I tell them I got to Graceland too late to get in. But we felt like 30 bucks might be a bit much to spend even on such palatial greatness. We sneaked into the complex past the souvenir shop (AWESOME!!! Elvis everythings in Hawaii patterns, 80s pink and forever gold) in order not to pay 10$ for exclusive Graceland parking. Talk about frugal traveling. And we got to see half of Elvis’s plane parked behind a tall fence. No Elvis impersonators … disappointment, just a bunch of fans wearily licking their ice cream.
Memphis by the way is plain beautiful, filed with that by now familiar Southerner neighborhood charm. And it’s got some serious history from such majestic record labels as Stax (Otis Redding, Booker T. & the MGs, Isaac Hayes) and Sun Studio (Elvis, Johnny Cash) to the Lorraine Hotel. The hotel, where Martin Luther King was assassinated in 1968, now hosts the Civil Rights museum; it was closed. But I think the place itself is what one should see and contemplate.
It is absolutely impressive to think that the things that happened in this place, the people that came together here, have – to put it plainly – completely transformed the world we live in today.
We’re in Mississippi now (I finally know how to spell it correctly without Word processor) on the Bluuuuues highway, with cotton fields spread left and right. Despite of the weight of that past, the land is quiet, and blissful. And even through the darkness I can feel how the Delta is spreading in all corners beyond.
