Born 1962. Generation Jones — too late for Woodstock, too early for the Walkman to mean anything. Grew up moving: roughly forty addresses before I was old enough to decide otherwise.
Spent my teens in New Jersey clubs that shouldn't have let me in. My twenties unspooled across New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco — working the Rainbow Bar and Grill on the Sunset Strip during the GnR years, watching the whole hair metal apparatus collapse the moment Nevermind landed. Lived through the SF nineties when Britpop, acid house, and a general sense of everything-is-possible made the city feel briefly invincible.
Then twenty-five years of corporate IT. I was good at it. It paid for everything. It is not who I am.
Zen Rebel Diaries is the work that comes after: a systematic archive of the books, zines, magazines, and cultural ephemera I accumulated across all those decades and all those moves — documented, contextualized, sold. Döstädning. Swedish death cleaning. My sister and my nephews will not be left with incomprehensible boxes.
I live at Temenos — my land in North Florida — with my dog Lula.
No nostalgia. Just the stories and observations I want to share before they're gone.