“Hydrogen jukebox” comes from a line in Allen Ginsberg controversial and extraordinary poem “Howl” (1955):

…who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox…

Ginsberg explained that the hydrogen jukebox signifies a state of “hypertrophic high-tech, a psychological state in which people are at the limit of their sensory input with civilization’s military jukebox, a loud industrial roar, or a music that beings to shake the bones and penetrate the nervous system as a hydrogen bomb may do someday.”

“Ultimately the motif, the underpinning, the secret message, secret activity, is to relieve human suffering by communicating some kind of enlightened awareness of various themes, topics, obsessions, neuroses, difficulties, problems, perplexities that we encounter.”

That is what this blog is about.

Turning the world upside down and shaking out all the pockets. Channeling curiosity, observation, adventure to explore truth and authenticity.

As John Steinbeck wrote, “No man knows about other human beings. The best he can do is suppose they are like himself.” 

I have left my home in the States–my fluffy border collie Kenzie, Jif’s Natural creamy peanut butter, monetary currency that I understand–to embark upon the world. To follow my bliss and search for truth, freedom, and authenticity.

I don’t know much about you. I don’t know your experience, your hopes, your dreams. I don’t know what scares you, or what lights you on fire.

But it is my hope that my observations and my adventures and my ferocious curiosity resonates with you. That as I chase these things, you can, too.

This blog is dedicated to the ones who aren’t satisfied with the shells of society. With the promises that money will solve problems, or that the more comfortable you are the better. This blog is for those who aren’t interested in fitting in.

This blog is for those who believe they are ordinary.

May they find that they, too, are mistaken.

 

Peace and Blessings,

Josie