Live Work Dream Expenses February 2008

Our First $100 FillupWell, our Workamping savings are a thing of the past, and February gave us a current reality check of what our expenses look like when we just play tourist and go out looking for all of the cool music, food and entertainment we want to experience.

Our biggest expense last month: fuel. We went over our budgeted amount for the first time ever. This is mostly because we went 1600 miles out of our way (round trip) for a quick trip back to California to visit my family. More on our L.A. experience later.

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Heed warning signs of three.


Flight Prep Flag in LuckenbachSomeone once said the third time is a charm. I say it’s an omen.

The first time we noticed a “Remove Before Flight” flag recently was on the Nomadjik Media Bus. You can see it in René’s interview with Flux Rostrum.

Just a few days later, we saw one at the Cathedral of Junk and thought nothing of it. But then we saw one in Luckenbach later that same week.

This third time made us recall the first two and wonder … what does it all mean?

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Feelin’ Like Somebody in Luckenbach

RV Boondocking in Luckenbach

Let’s go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we’re livin’ got us feuding
Like the Hatfield and McCoys
Between Hank Williams pain songs, Newberry’s train songs
And blue eyes cryin’ in the rain, out in Luckenbach Texas
Ain’t nobody feelin’ no pain …

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Cathedral of Junk or Pile O’ Crap?

Cathedral of Junk DetailPerhaps you can help us settle a little debate here in the LiveWorkDreamer.

After traveling for nine months across the entire United States, René believes the most amazing thing we have seen was the Cathedral of Junk in Austin, Texas.

I on the other hand, tend to agree with our friends Randy and Sonja – who René dragged to see this obscurity, in the rain, after they flew all the way from San Francisco to visit us – that it isn’t much more than a big pile of crap!

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Finding Common Ground in the Ninth Ward and St. Bernard Parish, New Orleans

One of the best parts about going on the road is having your eyes opened up to the realities that exist beyond your own little corner of the world. So when it came to New Orleans, it was one thing for me to hear secondhand reports about the state of affairs in the city from the comforts of my home. But to walk through the rubble that remains, to talk to those who are trying to piece their community back together, was another thing altogether. This is why we travel.

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Flux and Skinny Chef: Two Artists, Living and Creating On the Road and in New Orleans

As I previously mentioned, artists are flocking to New Orleans. My new artist friend, Skinny Chef (aka Mary Kate), likened the city to a blank slate, a place where great art is rising from the ashes of Katrina. We met Skinny Chef and her partner Flux Rostrum, down on the Bio Liberty compound in Slidell. They are moving to NOLA, to further her art, and expand Flux’s mobile broadcasting studio’s capabilities.

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Our Fussy Magic Chef RV Oven

Maytag Magic Chef RV Oven Pilot LightRené has always had a hard time lighting the pilot for our Maytag RV oven. I never had a problem, so I always gave her a hard time in return.

Then one day I couldn’t get it to light.

After far too many times of kneeling before the Magic Chef, praying that it would light, we decided to call for service since it was still under warranty. But not before I dissected and reassembled the pilot assembly and combed the owner’s manual for assistance. There was none.

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New Orleans: Live Music and Great Art without the Attitude

I started out this trip behaving like a spoiled little West Coast snot, like a character out of that famous New Yorker drawing that shows a map of the U.S., with the Left Coast and the East Coast, and nothing in the middle. How wrong that is, and what an ignorant turd I was for falling for it.

The middle of this country has the nicest, most down to earth people we’ve met, and some of the most creative. And since arriving in the South, we’ve witnessed more talent, and met more artistic individuals here than anywhere else. Maybe it’s because they’re at arm’s reach here, whereas on the coasts, the artists and musicians I’ve met have gigantic egos, stick to their own kind and don’t make an effort to blend in with the masses, unless it’s to try to make a buck.

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