December 2003
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December 16th, 2003.
Returning from Damian’s house. It’s 2am, and there are emails in my inbox reminding me that I’ve neglected the Journal. I’ve been busy with the homecoming. A couple of years ago, that was a nighmarish dance-opportunity for embarassment and humiliation. Now it’s the culmination of return. Dancing with friends and playing for and playing with…
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December 8th, 2003.
Watching the map, it’s almost painful to see Maryland scrolling a mere inch below our chosen route. We’re edging in on the mountain roads of Pennsylvania, sitting tucked in between guard-rails and 18-wheelers. Out of the states we’ve visited, I think Pennsylvania (despite my mom’s beliefs) stays one of my favourites. It has moments of…
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December 7th, 2003.
Travelling at 70 down I-80 at 6. The moon’s nothing more than an amorphous stain, high in the sky, and the sun itself has vanished into a multi-coloured strip, fading quickly into the black of the Indiana sky. There are moments when I’m so happy with this Life. Car concerns, weather concerns, any fears of…
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December 4th, 2003.
Such a good show at the Cricket on the Hill tonight. Exquisite sound, my guitar sounded like the half-bass hybrid beast it’s meant to sound like – met really wonderful people, including the band Sensei. Jason, back home, would’ve Loved them. Sort of like the entirety of the Ocean’s 11 soundtrack, Live before us. Jennie…
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December 5th, 2003.
Somewhere on I-88 in Illinois. We just saw a really spectacular shooting star. It’s not even fully dark yet, and this thing went streaking across the sky like a flaming prince. (Terry Pratchett reference, anyone?). (Listening to Adam Day… and now Buffy – the Musical) Last night we crashed with Kyle Knapp, in Omaha. All…
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December 3rd, 2003
I’ve finally figured it out – what real people do on Thanksgiving. Americans don’t sit around the table talking turkey and politics and what they’re thankful for (okay, MY family does do all that on a yearly basis, but what sort of freaks are WE?). Americans are A.D.D. like crazy. They get bored. And there…
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December 1st, 2003.
The first day of December explodes upon us with a ferocity of molten dawn. Our room faces South East, and the sun gets up early and wants to know how much we depend on it. Today we made our way out to Arvada, Colorado – and I’m writing from some Interstate or another, hunting for…