2004
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March 3rd, 2004.
We spent the night with our keyboardist Keola last night, and it was everything I wanted it to be – I was looking forward to a fun and kind of silly night with some friends that I hadn’t spent much time with – and the only thing that ruined it was me. We passed this…
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March 2nd, 2004.
Rocket won’t leave my legs alone. Rocket is my parents’ cat – and she makes absurd sounds. I have a purring, chirping, hopeful, Loving little black cat butting up against my legs as I wander the house, searching for a wireless signal. It seems strange that WiFi has become so common that even my parents’…
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February 27th, 2004.
It has been a week of impotence. A week of being cut down, cut apart, beaten, and discouraged. In short, it’s been a week dealing with the MVA. Monday I went to the County Police. They sent me to the State Police. The State Police fulfilled SOME of my needs… but then I had to…
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February 22, 2004.
Gosh, there’s a lot to take care of in the next week. I’ve got to get my Saturn straightened out before the MVA comes and kills me, or at the very least, takes my car away or something. Anywho – dreams, dreams. There’s another Heather in my Life now, and I’m not sure where she…
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February 18th, 2004.
Erf – we played with Firedean tonight. I Love that man. A songwriter that I admire soo much from the performance point of view, and every other point of view as well. He’s just such a fantastic writer. I’m sure I’ve waxed poetic about him before, which is a good thing, because as it’s 2am…
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February 17th, 2004.
We checked out the Funk Box last night. Awesome. I know where I want to play. Somehow, we’re going to go play the Funk Box. Angie Aparo’s going to be there… we want to be there… we want to get into the Funk Box. Last Tuesday, the Hippodrome opened in Baltimore. We played at the…
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February 16th, 2004.
Long time, no mention – nothing really to mention today, either. I think I’m just going to post a bunch of pictures and narrate a bit to make up for it. We’ve begun to get responses from the summer festivals, and we’re beginning to plan around such things as Pagan festivals in Ohio, and Singer/Songwriter…
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February 6th, 2004.
Hrm – another child abuse movie. Sigh. The skies have taken on an intense density, glowering and threatening, and then doing more than just threatening – now it’s promising, and delivering. I woke to the sound of rain. I can’t remember the last time I woke to the sound of rain. It’s been snow and…
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February 5th, 2004.
Last night, the world had conspired against us. Last minute things were lost, Magic games were lost, so I had to play again, and devillishly slippery ice had encroached upon the surface of the world… “Heather – watch out for the ice at the bottom of the drive- oh.” And so I was discouraged and…
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February 4th, 2005.
So – let me tell you a tale of three mammals. There was Jessie, the bad, bad beagle; there was Abby, the good dog; and then there was Bella, the Canine Catholic. Jessie was the (somehow) endearing embodiment of all that was smelly and fuzzy and gluttonous and self-serving. She would would eat unendingly, only…