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Life Is Cooler Than Fiction


The prestigious Eclectica Magazine is publishing dual anthologies of what they consider the best fiction and nonfiction writing from the last twenty years.

Strippers, Cactus, & Other Edibles III


Goat milk caramel and strawberries with whipped cream are common confections in Guanajuato. Yet, I’m introduced to these ordinary sweet things by an extraordinary sweet thing: a brown sugar and exotic dancer named Clementine.

Strippers, Cactus, & Other Edibles II


After dreams of making beautiful music with Lila Downs, I awake under a desert sunrise. Hit the road home to my ranch.

Strippers, Cactus, & Other Edibles


While moving this week into a new house in the verdant rainforest that encircles my university above the Oaxacan coast, your author stumbled upon notes scribbled at the desert ranch I inhabited for two years before coming here.

Why America Embraces A Trump/Clinton Circus


This magazine has already provided snapshots of the tiny tip of the huge iceberg that is the lifelong ideological and moral bancruptcy of Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton.

Trekking the Birthplace of Food IV


The next morning, I’m driven to the small town of Coxcatlan by a new friend named Lily. She’s not exactly hard on the eyes.

Trekking the Birthplace of Food III


I spend all morning at the Museum of the Tehuacan Valley. This shrine to the history of corn is located in the former Convent of Carmen, where I stroll happily from exhibit to exhibit in a geek’s paradise. Today, the Tehuacan Valley is a dusty nook between the states of Puebla, Veracruz, and Oaxaca.

Trekking the Birthplace of Food II


Outside the bus window is a deceitful desert. Hot dry air and dusty bone-colored land totally conceal a vast subterranean river network draining the ice melt from Mount Pico de Orizaba.

Trekking the Birthplace of Food


Trudging across the snow by the dim light of a headlamp, I can barely make out the shapely Mexican hips that serve as my guiding stars.

How Google Robbed Millions of Authors


Last week publishers, copyright experts and other supporters filed amicus briefs petitioning the Supreme Court to hear the copyright-infringement case against Google brought by the Authors Guild.

Fitness Secrets of a Sexy Beast IV


Our bodies are a lifelong construction project. The food we eat is the raw material and the exercise we do is the building process.

Fitness Secrets of a Sexy Beast III


Previous articles in this ongoing series referred to the life wisdom of the Olmecs, who were the earliest known civilization in the Americas.

Fitness Secrets of a Sexy Beast II


Do you want to be lean and strong enough to hike up a snowy volcano or kayak between tropical islands?

Fitness Secrets of a Sexy Beast


The 25-year-old I was kissing last year finally asked me my exact age. I spit out the raw number. She gave me a grossed-out "You're my grandpa with benefits?

Political Correctness: Fascism Disguised As Manners


Idiot students at Mizzou foolishly think they're victims of racism, when they're actually victims of bad parents who failed to give them the love and discipline balance that produces character, plus liberal academics who coddled the dangerous fantasy of "safe spaces" free from opposing or challenging viewpoints.

Riding My Woman Into The Sunset


On my birthday tomorrow, I celebrate half a century of passionate living with half a week of passionate loving from a voracious and curvacious woman half my age at Mazunte Beach Jazz Festival.

Pope Francis Needs To Get Laid


The title of this post is neither disrespect nor jest but a serious theological proposal that I will now defend sincerely and brilliantly.

The Mississippi Cradle of American Music IV


New Orleans is where the Bible belt comes unbuckled. I realize this on Bourbon Street when a black transsexual offers me his unconscious, whiskey-drenched sister for a ten-dollar blowjob or a twenty-dollar screw.

The Mississippi Cradle of American Music III


Here I stand at the gates of Elvis Presley’s Graceland mansion—the Taj Mahal of tacky—architectural proof that the unexamined life can be worth living, if you’ve got the cash.

The Mississippi Cradle of American Music II


Led Zepplin’s Lemon Song and My Head's In Mississippi by ZZ Top are both referenced in the previous post of this musical history.


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