Dean Runs Away – Week Two

Santa Cruz, Ca

Day 8

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

The day began great with a nice chat with a stranger over coffee. Afterwards, I had some issues with my bike, so decided to hit a few breweries. I had some nice beers, but no meaningful conversations or connections happened the rest of the day. On top of that, no couch surfing hosts came through, I did search for some camping spots, but to no avail. I ended up spending another night in the car.

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Davenport, Ca

Day 9

Thursday, May 31, 2018

I popped up early from my cubby hole in the back of my car and hit the gym! Last night made me realize how much I am missing my friends, and a soft surface to sleep on. But there is a lot to see and do between Santa Cruz and Berkeley! On my way up, I took some time to check out some of our amazing coastlines. As well as go on an impromptu, epic mountain bike adventure for most of the afternoon. It all worked out perfectly as I rolled into the Bay area right as my friends were heading to the infamous Pub.

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Moraga, Ca

Day 10

Friday, June 1, 2018

I took a day. After nine days on the road, it was nice to be around friends, in a familiar place, and not have to plan out my day. I spent the day reflecting on my trip so far and relaxing at my friend’s beautiful home.

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Berkeley, Ca

Day 11

Saturday, June 2, 2018

My friend Scott, a local to these parts, took me out and about to show me some places that he digs. I arrived back at Moraga in late afternoon to meet up with another friend and her kids who utterly schooled me in the art of throwing a frisbee at a chained-up bucket.

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Moraga, Ca + Berkeley, Ca

Day 12

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Another relaxing beginning of the day started with taking care of some quails and chickens. I later escaped to do some brewery hopping. There was some margaritas, pizza, rooftop shenanigans, and some sort of basketball game that happened somewhere in there too.

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San Francisco, Ca

Day 13

Monday, June 4, 2018

Finally, I felt it was time to tackle the City! I biked on to the ferry, met Scott for lunch, explored, drank, met new friends, and new friends bought me way too many drinks. I somehow found my way back to the mainland and ended my night in a familiar setting, surrounded by some of the greatest people I have ever met. It was a good day.

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Berkeley Hills, Ca

Day 14

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

I had planned to return to the City today. But I woke to this pup demanding adventures. So, I put off the City to go explore what lurks in the forest that lay yonder in the Berkeley Hills.

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Next Week on Dean Runs Away!

Loneliness attacked and beaten! For now. With one successful exploration of The City, will Dean get cocky? What adventures await him in round two? Speaking of adventure, will Dean accidentally knock down a priceless Dinosaur exhibit and become a fugitive from justice?!

Continue the adventure into Week Three to find out!

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Dean Runs Away – Week One

Soon, I will jump in my car and drive off. Alone. Starting from my home here in Southern California, I will be exploring cities up the west coast, all the way to Canada, peaking at the wondrous city of Banff. I will be coming back down through Montana, Idaho, Utah, and the like. I will be camping, couch surfing, mountain biking, hiking, National Park-ing, sightseeing, visiting friends, and a whole lot more. I have no idea how long I will be gone, as the trip will take as long as it takes.

Part of this trip is to explore this wonderful world we have. I want to experience as much of this fantastic planet as possible! Another big part of it is that I am attempting to couch surf a good bunch of it; I have come to realize through my travels that it is the connections with others that truly matter to me. I love other people; I love different perspectives and introspective conversations. I am rather addicted to them. This is why I couch surf and host couch surfers, I want to know all about you and your stories. Selfishly, I want to learn and grow from you and to share myself, as openly and honestly as I know how to.

I am going to loosely be documenting my travels, but writing about it and taking photos are not the priority, the experiences are.

Proposed route
Brea, Ca

Day 0

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

I sit here at Home. One last night before I leave.

Home. A safe, comfortable space. Can one be too safe? Insulate themselves too much? Unknowingly, suffocating themselves so incredibly slowly, that even the most introspect cannot sense they are in pain, slowly dying?

I wonder. What happens if we burn the home down and embrace the uncomfortable? The unknown? I have lived one extreme for too long, it is time to light the match. Run away. And see how it all gets rebuilt.

Santa Barbara, Ca

Day 1

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

…aaand I am away. First stop Santa Barbara! Spent the day driving and getting to know my first host, Steve!

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Santa Barbara, Ca

Day 2

Thursday, May 24, 2018

A day full of wandering the streets of Santa Barbara on foot, ending with a final nightcap at a sleepy bar. Little did I know that last stop would turn my world upside-down.

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San Luis Obispo, Ca

Day 3

Friday, May 25, 2018

Slightly hungover and exhausted, the day did not start as planned. My eyes were dry and burned like the fires of hell. Apparently, I did not remove my contacts before plopping into bed. Even worse, in attempting to extract them from behind my eyeballs, I surprisingly managed to scratch my cornea. The pain escalated, doctors were seen, antibiotic drops were applied, and after a drive to a new city, drinks were drunk. It was a day.

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San Luis Obispo, Ca

Day 4

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Time to explore some nature! Spent the afternoon mountain biking a gigantic park. Then I grabbed some delicious foods while wandering around downtown. I ended the day with a night of fantastic conversation getting to know my amazing host, Kim!

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Morro Bay, CA + Paso Robles, CA

Day 5

Sunday, May 27, 2018

It was a day of two cities. First, I moved on to the foggy coast of Morro Bay, where I aimlessly wandered into some art and science.

Then, I traveled inland to El Paso de Robles or “The Pass of the Oaks.” It was there, in the land famous for its wineries and vineyards, I enjoyed some local beers. Later, I met up with a friend for some fantastic conversation.

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Monterey, CA

Day 6

Monday, May 28, 2018

My Paso couch surfing host fell through, so I decided to sleep in the car last night. And after a long drive to Monterey, I was ready to have a nice relaxing day at the beach. And the day delivered.

The weather could not have been better. I wandered the coast, and afterward, I treated myself to some scrumptious sushi. I had lined up a couch surfing host, but they weren’t available until tomorrow night. So, I splurged; I booked an Airbnb. It was a shared home, thus I joined, and got to know, some other beautiful travelers from around the world.

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Monterey, CA

Day 7

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

A day at the aquarium! I absolutely love the ocean and its bizarre and beautiful creatures. I could have spent all day there, but I was to meet my new host. I found Ernest at his favorite haunt, where I joined him and his friends to play some trivia, drink, and be merry!

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Next Week on Dean Runs Away!

He survived a week on the road, but what lies around the corner? Will Dean find more reliable couch surfing hosts? Will he make it to the Bay area before he gets eaten by a pelican? And speaking of birds, why is he squeezing the life out of this baby quail?!?

Continue the adventure into Week Two to find out!

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elsewhere

There is nothing here that cannot be found elsewhere,
except the uniqueness that exudes from every place.

We seek in that uniqueness, an equilibrium of peace.
All our lives we have been
told,
taught,
programed,
to seek this harmony in myriad ways.

The lucky ones recognize this.
We find the strength
to break it all,
examine the pieces,
construct something new,
to discover our own way.

This leads to a garden of peace uniquely ours.
But we must not be statues; foliage spreads
around us,
within us,
trapping us,
to snare the idle mind and spirit.

Our garden of peace, our prison becomes.
Slowly we devolve,
blinded in numbness,
engulfed in paltry,
parading in mediocrity,
Unless we seek elsewhere.


01-14-18

I’ve talked to some friends about being 40 and this idea of mid-life crisis. Through our teenage years, we are learning how to live. Learning to be an adult. Then, magically, we are one. Or so we are labeled. Our 20s are for exploring what that means to us. And while we will be in flux till our last days, around 30 we begin to reflect and settle into a personality that doesn’t shift majorly from year to year. At 40 we have been somewhat the same person, doing essentially the same thing, usually feeling pretty confident in our so-called adulthood for a quarter of our life.

Lots of things can cause a mid-life crisis, but I think this is the big one. Not being happy, not being content, at where we’ve ended up. Reflecting on lost or abandon dreams, comparing ourselves to the optimistic, youthful us of decades past. Remembering a time before our bodies didn’t hurt or where it repaired itself in days instead of months. The crisis comes from having not reflected more often, or perhaps, at all, in the last decade or more. Suddenly, one realizes they have just been sleepwalking through their lives. And whether it be turning 40, or something else, they awaken with a bang.

I feel awake all the time, perhaps to my detriment. The whole reason I’m writing this is I feel a tug, now 41-years-old. It’s no crisis, but a...recalibration. I’m not the same as I was a decade ago. So, really looking at my priorities, adjusting goals, and making a change to be the best Dean I can be is imperative. The one thing I haven’t mentioned is death. Turning 40 is the beginning of the dissolution of immortality. Over the hill. Past one’s prime. Past the peak of one’s life. It’s where we realize some goals we might have once had, are either impossible or just something that’s beyond our desires. Giving up these goals is understanding we do not have what we once did. Every opportunity.


December QuADs

December 01: What would you like your epitaph to read?

Life is short. Be kind to one another.

 

December 02: What detail from today would you like to remember?

Not much, today sucked. Started with getting rear-ended by a drunk driver when leaving downtown Fullerton, then waking up sick and having to cancel my date. I then proceed to sleep all day.

 

December 03: On a scale from one to ten, how happy are you?

First the scale:
1: Not being happy in any way.
10: being the happiest I’ve ever been.

I’d say I'm a 4. Maybe a 3. But it's temporary, if not frustrating.

 

December 04: Do you want to know how it ends?

I always want more data.

 

December 05: Who do you miss?

Young Dean

 

December 09: What is your most recent act of generosity?

I can’t really think of any which isn’t good. I really want to volunteer with Comfort Zone again, but they haven’t had any camps in a while. Thank you question for reminding me I need to make this a priority.

 

December 13: What’s your biggest regret?

In general, I don’t regret. My actions made me who I am today. And I love this guy. That being said, not buying a cage for my hockey helmet and subsequently getting my two front teeth smashed into dust when taking a hockey stick to the face is right up there on my list of “fuck, I wish that never happened.”

 

December 14: Why are you impressive?

I take my time.

 

December 15: Moderation or excess?

Moderation.

 

December 17: If you had to move to a new city, where would you move?

I’ve been thinking about moving into Los Angeles proper. Getting me some design job out there, renting a place. And starting a new chapter. Let’s see what this next year brings.

 

December 18: What do you like to talk about?

Religion, politics, beliefs in general, and other’s life stories.

 

December 21: If you could be the best at something, what would it be?

Communicating with people.

 

December 29: What are your top three wishes?

To maximize my happiness.

To maximize my potential.

To maximize my ability to make the world a better place.

 

December 31: What is your most cherished memory of this year?

The entire week of Burning Man. It was beautiful.

 


November QuADs

November 02: What is your biggest expense right now?

My mortgage. Almost $3000, but more than half paid by renters. ;]

 

November 04: Today you made ____.

I drew my version of Karl the Candy Corn for the video game I’m working on.

 

November 05: What should remain as-is?

Change is important.

 

November 07: Who is your hero?

Heroes? More like people whom I tend to agree with, mostly. And that I look up to and respect for different reasons, but like everyone, they are flawed and prone to make mistakes. No blind hero worship here.

Noam Chomsky, Amy Goodman, Bill Moyers, Malala Yousafzai, Richard P. Feynman, Carl Sagan, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Elizabeth Warren the U.S. Senator for Massachusetts.

 

November 10: Where do you find pleasure?

Learning. Creating. Sharing myself. Being understood.

 

November 16: What are you obsessed with right now?

Finding a purpose in this world.

 

November 18: What is your dream job of the day?

Voice-over actor.

 

November 23: What is your favorite brunch food?

French Toast. Wait...Blueberry pancakes with blueberries baked inside. Oh, hold up, is a bloody mary a food or drink?

 

November 26: What three words describe your family?

Caring. Giving. Crazy.

 

November 27: Who inspires you?

Charlie.

 

November 30: Today you almost ____.

Quit.


Karl the Candy Corn

Dean


MediumDigital Year2017 ArtistDAEthington

I once worked on a video game as the Art Director, Art Producer, Brand Manager, Graphic Designer, UI/UX designer, and active Creative Director.

In the melee of that creative whirlwind, Karl was born. He is 100% based on my desire to have an adorable, charismatic, fun-loving, homicidal character help out our hero in a pinch. Unfortunately, I left the game before it was completed and Karl left with me.

Karl is the last Candy Corn of his kind, born of the original magical recipe that is now sadly lost, leaving behind only garbage imitations. Karl has devoted his life to hunting down and destroying every last piece of candy corn in the world, and whatever other evil lies in his path.

All proceeds from the sale of prints will be donated to Gloria’s caretakers, the Liberia Chimpanzee Rescue and Protection sanctuary.


October QuADs

October 01: What are you a geek about?

Comic books and DnD spring to mind.

 

October 03: What was the last bad movie you watched?

The Neon Demon (2016)

 

October 04: In three words describe your love life.

Convoluted. Absent. Hopeful.

 

October 05: What question makes you anxious?

If anything would it'll be something along the lines of...How do I want to make a difference?

 

October 09: You want a new ____.

Pair of lungs. Shortness of breath is the top of my annoying body breakdown issues (TMJ, painful right shoulder)

 

October 10: Write down the name of someone you had a good conversation with recently.

My friend Amy. We talked about “are pets slaves?” and “what makes a friend?”

 

October 11: What makes you feel wonderful?

Coffee.
Oh, and love.

 

October 12: One word for today.

Off. Because there were conversations, actions, and events that were just...off.

 

October 15: How much time do you spend commuting?

18 minutes one way. From West Brea to Anaheim (PacSun)

 

October 17: What’s the most valuable thing you own?

“Myself” seems like a trite answer. But so does, “my house.” I’m a collector that doesn’t put a lot of value in my physical possessions. I guess the real answer is my writings, which makes losing years' worth of journal entries recently, pretty heartbreaking.

 

October 18: What famous living person would you want to meet for drinks?

Sam Harris

 

October 20: Who do you count on?

One of my weaknesses, I don’t rely on anyone. I don’t reach out for help, even less than I think most people do. That said, my parents. I don’t open up to them a lot, but I can count on them for almost anything they can give.

 

October 21: What new word have you learned?

I haven’t. Hummm. Troublesome. Perhaps an idea for next year's project?

 

October 22: Write a haiku about your day. (5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables)

The clean clothes cometh
Preview of show as art parts
Perspectives served warm

What it means:

Laundry.

Dropped off my art block at Hibbleton Gallery and got to see other’s blocks for the show I’ll miss when I’m in Frank’s wedding.

BBQ at Peter’s with some late-night intellectual discussions. One topic: perspectives.

 

October 24: How are you? Write it in a rhyming couplet (two lines of verse that rhyme and have the same rhythm)

I am fine.
But not all the time.

 

October 27: What was the last goofy thing you did?

I danced. Proudly.

 

October 28: ____ is completely ridiculous.

The world is completely ridiculous.

 

October 29: Camping or hotel?

Right now, probably camping.

 

October 30: Are you able to tell when you have enough?

Yes.

 

October 31: Halloween plans? What’s your costume?

Last year was awesome being Young Indiana Jones, this year I’m defaulting back to my Dad’s Coast Guard pea coat and cap. I donned it for Saturday's party as well as tonight when I head over to a freind's to hand out candy and drink whiskey with friends.


The View-Master

Dean


MediumOil SurfaceWood Block Size5x5 in Year2017 ArtistDAEthington

I was asked to participate in a fundraiser for a friend to raise money for hospital bills. An art show at the Magoski gallery would feature works from 100s of local artists all painted on these small 5x5x2 inch blocks. I had two. I decided early on I wanted to pair them, painting and pallet. I chose my View-Master because childhood wonder is part of what keeps me invested in the future. And this device embodied that for me.

So, I had no problem showing this art and selling it, but I wanted to be the buyer. I own 99% of all the art I’ve ever created, and selfishly, I wanted this piece as well. I had not painted in years, I was proud of this. But I was told that even the artist could not reserve their painting. It was an open buy, a ‘first to get there’ situation. At that point, I handed over the painting but did not give them my pallet.

I was unable to attend the event because I was a groomsman in a friend’s wedding the same day. I had a legion of friends instructed to buy it in my stead, but alas, I was told it was gone in the first minutes of the opening. An unknown snagged it first. It’s my only lost work, wherein, I have no idea where or with who it resides. I’ve love to know where it is, or even better buy it back, mainly because I was not quite finished with it yet. No matter, I hope its owner is enjoying it, wherever it may hang.