2004
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June 3rd, 2004.
Walking into the Common Grounds Coffee and Tea House of Arlington, Virginia – at first glance it’s kind of comical. Laptops have sprung at every table like mushrooms, and the outdoor sunshine is almost drown out by the blue-white computer LCD glow. Even upstairs, where the doors haven’t officially opened yet, there are already three…
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June 2nd, 2004.
Last night I dreamt confused dreams of Katie, my crush in high school. We were going to a concert and ran across one another. We were waiting to go in to the show in some sort of cafe or something – and I was nervous and stuttering, she was older and her glasses weren’t quite…
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June 1st, 2004.
Cursed June. Yesterday I had allergies, band practice, and an open mic, and I’ve learned some important lessons. A weird side-effect of playing with your back to an open door – lots of ass shots from the Folk Art Cafe. 1) Band practice is very important, but I’m really having so much fun with the…
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May 30th, 2004.
This morning started with a jumo. I’m not quite sure how it happened visually – reflections and blurs and half-remembered dreams conspired to rearrange my view of the side of Heather’s head into Brennan staring wide-eyed at me from across the pillow. Before heading out to the woods, there was a momentary flirtation with the…
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May 29th, 2004.
Hehe – just something worth mentioning – went to see Aoutar, which I may or may not be spelling correctly, at the College Perk. Decent enough show – they need a bass player desperately, methinks. A very cool, middle-eastern type sound. ilyAIMY performing at Jammin Java in Vienna, VA Anywho – I stepped outside to…
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May 26th, 2004.
So, this morning I can’t focus. I wouldn’t be able to focus to save my Life. My concentration is shot, and my body feels shot and I just feel like I’d like to be shot. Game over man… game over. Where are the Aliens when you need them? But I’ve got new socks. Mara exuded…
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May 23rd, 2004.
Wow, so not writing ANYTHING right now – exhausted and near to death, plus my computer puts out far too much heat to leave it running at the moment. Right at the beginning of the day – after fighting our way through Metro and lines and crowds and the WORLD, we managed to get pretty…
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May 22nd, 2004.
I wake up at Ray’s. I wake up on his couch, under his cat, and to the flying saucer sound of cicadas. I wake up at the obscene hour of 7am, and listen. Ray’s gone to work an hour ago or so, and the cat remains curled in the blanket as I contemplate the day.…
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May 22, 2004
It’s weird when you get to the point where people chastize you for not making a big enough deal over yourself or some event that is yours. Keola and rob and Keola’s cousin Sarah back at the Frederick Coffee Company. It’s an incredible compliment, that people think you are worth making a fuss over –…
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May 21st, 2004. 3.12am
SO sleepy. And of course, sleep eludes me. My brain is too whirly-full of fur and fuzz and thoughts. Dressing up as Marilyn Monroe, cicadas, a woman from tonight’s show, Nefrit’s rhythms, Keith’s banter… Keith’s hair, plans and schedules and the spectacular complexity of Life. Nefrit El-Or at Jammin Java. Life. Don’t talk to me…