When one thinks of Matthew McConaughey, the name evokes Kate Hudson romcoms, a shirt-repelling pair of pecs, and the ability to make both beef and babies seem extra tasty. But does one think "writer"?

Perhaps one should! Let's spark up, put on some Ozomatli, and peruse Master McConaughey's latest Myspace tour-de-force, shall we? Here are selections from this blog entry, a road trip chronicle entitled "Travel Blog":

We broke down in the middle of the desert while on that trip, in a place where we hadn't seen nor heard another human for three days. I had to jog down a dirt road for a couple of hours in hope of finding a trace of anyone...Well, I finally did, and her name was "Matty", an 82 year old Mexican woman who loaned me (a complete stranger speaking broken Spanish), her 1981 Isuzu truck with 263,000 miles on it. That truck got us to a place where we could get the gear to fix MY truck and get back on the road...Thanks Matty....just keep livin....Good hearted strangers and trust....cool

Cool, indeed. Sadly, McConaughey omits the under-the-table bartering that will net his son, Levi, a hidden Baja California brother named "EdTV" in nine short months.

After 4,206 miles of camping across America, I was once again reminded of how good looking this country is...saw family and friends, met strangers, made acquaintances...I was in some predominately "red" states when President-elect Obama was elected. I talked to a bunch of people who had voted for McCain and-check this- unanimously, those same people were genuinely excited and hopeful about Obama being elected...They all felt that the country had spoken in earnest, electing Obama, and they were more than "ready for the ride", they were ready to get into the action...cool...j.k. livin

Matthew, you hardly need to go all the way to flyover country to find an American proud about our "first colored president." However, do let us know when you finally stumble upon the five citizens who saw Surfer Dude (still playing at the abandoned dollar theater in Yankton, South Dakota!).

I spent my 39th birthday on the southern rim of the Grand Canyon...almost got "butted" of the edge by a ram and caught some shooting stars...as for the first sight of the GC, mother nature created something that looks so fake, its real....cool

Still, Mother Nature is no match for Mother McConaughey in that department. Just keep livin, Matty. As for those freak ram attacks—maybe it's time to stop bogarting Woody Harrelson's special stash and offer some up to the local wildlife? Imagine: Camilla on one arm, Levi tucked into the other, and one totally baked herd of mountain goats laughing at all your pitches for Contact 2.

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