NOMADOLOGY BLOGS
Crossing from the personal to the political, local to global, Nomadology is a blog of anecdotes, gonzo journalism, personal confessions and poetry by digital gypsies on the nature of travel in a globalised world.
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Hitch Hiker's Delight - Ben Jah Man
i think my greatest satisfaction of the last four months of South East Asian travel would have to be washing my face, washing my feet, and taking a shit after 1000km's of hitch hiking over 3-4...
The Beat Gen, 90s Hip Hop legends and Oriental Zen Lunacy - Mad America
A late Tuesday night. Walking on my own through SF skyscraper chasms. The whiff of weed sinks like mist over the blocks around the club and I round a corner to its hazy epicentre to find a grin of...
Australian Shame - Mad America
Things that have made me ashamed of the Australian nation:
Australian Shame #1.
Moving into a large co-op (communal sharehouse) in Berkeley I was happy to find out that one of my housies had a...
Entering the Great American Fruit and Nut Bowl: War Diaries, Inherited Madness and Other Things - Mad America
The following is unpolished and downright grubby. But Tom Cho reassured me that we all need to write a few stinkers so we can refer back to and see how much we've come. Here's one for the...
Some Thoughts on Travel - Ben Jah Man
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there is obviously something that we travellers are looking for,
or running from;
and it's sometimes the same thing.
some come to find themselves,
others to lose themselves,
and some just...
Stuff in America you don't see on the TV - Mad America
Stuff in America you dont see on the TV
- Bluejays.
- Micro-packaging and the extent of disposable waste. (I keep being given cutlery in plastic packagin which also contains little paper salt...
travel photos - Mad America
MAD eye travel photos can be seen...
Sierra Nevadas: Clarity, purity, PBJ's - Mad America
By chance, the morning after flight, Im roadtripping up highway 99 to the great Sierra Nevadas with random good fortune. I sit in the back of the car with a young Panamanian art-school grad with a...
Road to Cedar Valley - Mad America
San Diego, 4:50pm.
Well rested after my train peeled past Baywatch beaches on the sunset coast to San Diego. My journal reads: I feel like Im in a movie with too much product placement for...
California Dreaming - Mad America
7th October. 4:30 pm
One wanderer wore an oversized hoodie that hung low and wide over her sleight frame. I couldnt see much of her face. Just a wild grin at the centre of a gargantuan swirl of...
Dear Cambodia - lolli
My beloved Cambodia
Gods repeated like flowers
No two quite the same
Clinging to a trilogy of rocks
And in the silence the cash register sound
Of photographs
By foreign hands.
My beloved...
Library of Dust - Mad America
an incredible project...
http://thephotobook.wordpress.com/2009/07/06/david-maisel-library-of-dust/
A series photographs of rotting copper cannisters set against a black background. Chemical...
black crossiant - ren
black croissant
what has become of me...
I swallow you to fill the void...
I accept you burnt and late...
i see nothing more than I am in your charcoal coat...
i would have eaten you
if you'd...
Consumers, Survivors and Mad-Pride: Burrito's and Bears. - Mad America
October 7, 10:00am, US
I suppose I have some explaining to do...
Escaping customs minus a banana, I exited the airport into the dusty glare of mid-morning LA. Like anyone who happens to read...
where to? - ren
So the icing is caked
And where to from here?
We laid it thick
And sloppy
no serviette where I serve
Just your own chin to catch the fall out!
No sugary pink
Just whipped butter smeared off...
Begginings. - Mad America
I never expected to join the gazillions of folk who are putting their two cents on the interweb. But here goes my unceremonious leap (blip) into the 'blogosphere'...
This is retrospective because...
bon voyage - ren
There wont be a goodbye party...
no goodbyes...
how long will it take the city to notice...
she stares into the below...
stares into the above...
takes it all in...
surroundings of...
Words - lolli
My question beads, sliding. Theres a glass of language between us. I cant relax - cant remember if I ever did. Along the road a truck passes, exhausting dirt from its tires. Sitting on the edge...
Watching Kampuchea - lolli
GENERAL DE GAULLE VISITS CAMBODIA - film, 1966
A silent black and white film. The clean, empty streets outside the palace. The tough grass leading down to the water. And the palm trees along the...
Passport - Ben Jah Man
Unless you quarantine the birds
for their seeds of shit,
or the flowers for consorting with the wind-
you have no right to waste my time,
for time does waste the...

