As I write this, tourists are roaming the art garden in the hundred degree heat, in full defiance of every survival instinct that brought their progenitors out of the world’s birthing pool and onto dry land. It may be that the desert was designed to be uninhabitable to more complex life, but then again so Read More …
Hey, Charlie. It’s been a year since you died and I’ve got to say that I am still pretty pissed off about it. What were you thinking? That we could handle everything without you? With you dying just before summer? Jeez, bro. You were too important to me and a lot of us to leave Read More …
We have some inside jokes here at East Jesus, just like any other office or club, that only make sense when you’re here. Most people wouldn’t respond to the phrase “Fuck your face” with a bear hug. Most people wouldn’t have a clue when you end a statement with the clarification “like the sea” Read More …
I haven’t been writing enough. Which is not to say that I haven’t been writing at all, only that the desert has given me nothing but the time and opportunity to work on my craft and I haven’t been taking as much advantage of that as I should be. For this I can only plead Read More …
Another Monday dawns early in the desert. I watch the sun’s rays creep over the horizon and slowly illuminate the smoking coals of last night’s fire. I notice how the bottles in the wall glow and shine just like they did last night illuminated by the flames. Whether sunlight, fire or electric lights I can’t Read More …
Good day, creatures. The triple-digit-temperatures have returned, and as the advent of this glorious poison summer inverts the otherwise indomitable laws of natural selection — ensuring that only the very very dumbest of us remain — I find myself thinking of all the people we’ve had pass through East Jesus this past season. While I’m Read More …
I had this great beginning for a story while sitting around the poker table Friday night. While we may not be the center of the universe we certainly seem to be the center of coincidence. Example = a group of campers come to see the art garden in the morning, they take the tour and Read More …
What? It’s Wednesday, already? But the weekend just ended, how am I supposed to get ready for another one in just two days? I’m sore and tired and just a bit lazy and really prefer to just lounge in the hammock and watch the hummingbirds. The weekend started late for us as our guests Read More …
Last week we said goodbye to Sarah, a WWOOF’er from Sheffield, England, who found out about us on the internet, went to our site, saw what we were up to, and, somehow, said, “Yes. That. I want to do that.” She sent this to us the other day from L.A. Take care, Sarah. We’ll see Read More …
Another weekend, another Monday taking stock of the aftermath. Thanks to Bobby V. and Karen for the Rancho Cucamonga shower curtain and for the concrete, should add a couple more feet to the wall when the wind stops. Thanks to our other weekend guests for their contributions and for the first ever double ear piercing Read More …