June 2004
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June 29th, 2004.
It’s only midnight, but I’m tired, and I NEED to go to the bathroom. It’s strange – it’s so wonderful to be back in Maryland, surrounded by friends. Brennan worried that I no longer thought of here as “home”, and when I thought about it, I was almost surprised that I did… I’m reminded…
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June 27th, 2004.
Belleville had an amazing profusion of vanity plates… we need to figure out why. These were all shot within about 15 minutes of one another on our way out of the city So, I know I’m slacking on the Journal. So much happens, and so much of it leaves us exhausted. I forget to write…
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June 26th, 2004.
Oh my God it’s so nice to be back in Maryland. It feels like we’ve been away for ages.
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June 24th, 2004.
God I hate Ohio. We’ve GOT to find some good place in Columbus or Dayton or SOMETHING to break up the Hell that is Ohio. The inexcusable boredom of this state is… unexcusable. There should be no reason to have this much fucking NOTHING in between the interesting state of Indiana and the fascinating state…
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June 21st, 2004.
I’m sorry to leave Belleville. A midwest town with a slow and stalling art scene. It’s sputtering and suffering birth pangs, but I think it’s growing. Kimmy V of EarthSol. Solo, her voice is spectacular (voted Best Vocalist of St Louis) and her presence is pretty staggering. With her band, she becomes a reincarnated Janice…
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June 20th, 2004.
Where do I start? Perhaps with “They may well have a perfect Life.”, or perhaps with “I think that playing three gigs in one day, perhaps, is too much.”, or maybe I could start with “So we drove up into the patio”, or perhaps even with “We may well have a perfect Life… almost” –…
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June 18th, 2004.
Trapped again by the rain – I can’t believe the storms they have here. I’m almost sick of it all. I’m praying that there’s good weather tomorrow, but it seems that this whole outing has been plagued by rain, from the first day. We’ve been hunting for a wireless network, but there appears to be…
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June 17th, 2004.
Indianapolis, Indiana has been a cool place to stay, but I’m not sure I’d want to Live here. It’s either nasty hot with DC level humidity, or insanely cold rains that pour out of the sky for hours. I’m assured that this isn’t normal weather, but then it’s intimated that they haven’t had as many…
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June 16th, 2004.
Exhausted and smelling of smoke. I hate ending the night that way, but it’s an all too familiar way to end the night. Again, I’m very thankful for the notion of a campground with a shower, because it’s sometimes agony to spend the night in my skin, covered with the smells of my occupation. A…
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June 15, 2004
It’s pouring in Indianapolis. I thought we might make it through our two-days of camping dry-shod, but that’s not the case. Still, with the way storms have been moving across the mid-west, we are fortunate we only wound up with a half-day’s rain and not a full two. But packing up wet tent is just…