I can’t believe it has almost been a year since we moved out to East Jesus. It has been a crazy journey. Jenn and I were asked to be caretakers of this amazing experimental, sustainable, habitable art installation in progress soon after we moved here, and we took over in April. It has been a   Read More …

In the last week, our population has doubled, and will nearly double again in the next month. Frank has returned home from his travels, refreshed and excited for the new season. Jake and Anna, having skipped a few winters, are back for the season. We have a new resident, Johnno, who has picked up the   Read More …

As the midpoint of July approaches, it becomes evident that we will, indeed, survive the summer. Caddy and I have had “Slab names” bestowed upon us -The Captain and Admiral Nelson, respectively. Humorously, I’d never really had a nickname my whole life until I got given a playa name at Burning Man a few years   Read More …

As Frank stepped away, Caddy and I have had to step up. Honestly, of all the curator’s duties I’m less than secure about being able to fulfill, this is the most intimidating. Frank’s writing is a hard act to follow. We’ve got a beefy, five-person summer crew; Ken, Sue, Dreamcatcher, Caddy, and I. I’m incredibly   Read More …

I promised to write this a well over a year ago. I am a decent writer and I think it comes from being a decent bullshitter (you know, convincing people you actually know what you are talking about when you don’t) which is a great skill for job interviews and cover letters but not useful   Read More …

Dam, this one’s tough. So much to convey in words on a page, little squiggles of emotionless darkness against blank whiteness, adhering to confusing forms and rules of structure and spelling, to try and paint pictures in your mind that will evoke sights, sounds, smells, tastes and above all that, to stimulate your imagination. From   Read More …

Change, change, change, that’s what we’re talking about today. We believe in change here at East Jesus, we embrace change daily as we take the discarded detritus that finds its’ way here and transform it into something amazing. We see the positive benefits of change every time we comb through the new gardens and bring   Read More …

Yawn. Did you know that most people, when reading the word yawn, will physically yawn. Did you just yawn? Maybe I should stop writing the word yawn. But that is what East Jesus is doing right now. After a long summer slumber the beast is shaking off the dust and stretching out its’ muscles to   Read More …

          There is an all too brief time in the morning where the desert is a perfect place. The nighttime noises of insects, generators, and barking dogs have stopped, while the birds and neighbors haven’t started their clamor. The sun has just started it’s charge across the sky by peaking over   Read More …

This is where the road begins or, rightly, this is where it ends. That mostly depends on how you see roads. The desert harbors calloused oceans of trash, rubbish rolling in tides of wind. The dust collects the scenery, the scenery collects the eye, and the conscience collects the mind together forming a debt to   Read More …