I've travelled to Ventura on three separate occasions and every time I go, the experience is different. My last trip, as photographed below, was taken after spending 3.5 years training muay thai in Thailand and the last 2.5 years were spent living in Buriram. Buriram is located in Thailand's north east and lies in the countryside within close proximity to the Cambodian border. Making the transition from traditional, conservative, rural Thai culture to what I found in Ventura was unexpectedly weird. I was weird. Everyone around me was weird. I got hit hard with re-entry shock and couldn't write. As a result, almost two years later, I'm revisiting this post in an effort to give you … [Read more...]
It's a big country, anything can happen.
This was my original brain blast show up in my head and write it quick post that popped brilliant when I decided it was time to jet West: I know it's a country/city comparison, but who cares. I'm speaking in terms of where I am and where I'm going to be, population size is but a detail: Thailand - You can be close friends with someone for years before you find out they have two kids. Detroit - The guy standing behind you in line at White Castle will tell you about is ex-wife's nipple piercings. Windsor, Ontario, Canada, my final destination is a more subtle version of the latter. I'm looking forward to dipping in for … [Read more...]
Another project found on Kickstarter. Detroit city has a history of arson like one I've never heard of. As a kid, my parents would tell me how they watched the city burn during the 1967 riots from our home across the border in Windsor, Canada. Decades later when the city was trying to rebuild its core, which included condos and townhouses, I'd talk to my friends in Detroit and ask how it was going. What I remember most was people telling me that some of the new construction was being burned down. Some residents felt they were going to get pushed out from gentrification. Some people I suspect just didn't want them there. The answer was to set the new … [Read more...]
I didn't realize until I began writing this piece, that October 30, aka Devil's Night, was a Detroit thing. Being born across the American border, in Windsor, Canada I grew up thinking it was an unsaid holiday. When I moved to Toronto, I assumed it was an American thing. This was the direct result of the pattern I picked up in Torontonian's eyes after I'd ask, "So. What are you doing for Devil's Night?" As a kid, Windsor was on a curfew and Detroit was on major lockdown. Devil's Night was a night of mischief, Halloween's foreboding sister. One year a neighbourhood could be hit by an artillery of raw eggs and toilet paper and another year, it could be burned … [Read more...]