2005
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January 8th, 2005.
In Acapulco, they’re better at getting your money than in the other towns. Before joining up with my little excursion group to go poke dolphins, I wondered around the city, trailed by men looking to sell me a ride or a tour or they’re sister or “paradise”, “the moon” and senoritas. That was interesting. Acapulco is…
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January 7th, 2005.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. In one of my senior years at the Maryland Institute College of Art, I took a course called “Cities in the 90’s”. The class was a really cool concept – part of the illustration department, but focused mostly on social awareness and writing/reading about it. The teachers…
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January 6th, 2005.
Brennan at College Perk. So, Tuesday night we played the College Perk, and had a grand ole time, and then to punish ourselves for having such a good time, we vowed to play a NEW open mic as well. It turned out not to be a punishment – we checked out the Wydeye Cafe in…
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January 4th, 2005.
Tim got a card from our West African guitarist (from page 587) so we can know who he was… Cheick Amala Diabate Djeli Artist Musicien Specialist du N’Goni La Guitar et le Bonjo Good luck to you kids who DIDN’T take French in high school. A hint – his name was Cheick Amala Diabate.
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Januray 3rd, 2005.
So – I can’t imagine my future being too different from my present. Not my immediate future, anywho. When I visualize where I’m going in the world, I imagine making a little bit more money, travelling a little bit further, having a little bit bigger audiences. But I imagine still making Journal entries, and still playing…
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January 2nd, 2005.
So many non-entries for soo long. DCF 1.0 In Strasburg at the Pennsylvania Railroad Museum, Bob gave me pretty in-depth education on how to run a locomotive. There’s a whole lot of knob turning and lever pulling. Not much button pushing. A lot of shovelling. Seems a LOT more satisfying than most dayjobs. Hell, it’s…