January 2006
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January 28th, 2006.
This marks my catching up with “the present”. Now writing in realtime again as opposed to transposing from other places… Does anyone know the Texas Celtic act, Clandestine? They broke up a couple of years ago, but Jen Hammell represented all the beauty and grace that a performer could have and I was ferociously in…
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January 26th, 2006.
Thinking about relationships and what makes them worthwhile. Certainly for a long time I was wary of physicality. I’d split my mind into the mental and the physical, and it was a very black and white division for me. I had a good deal of trouble and guilt and soul-searching about crossing over. When you…
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January 22nd, 2006.
Such a good day. Started at 5am, which I wasn’t really expecting, but I can survive that. Left California in mixed spirits, but slowly my optimism about the world as a whole seeped in. If I can get my head out of caring so much about what the future brings so much that I’m screwing…
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January 21st, 2006.
So many crossing of people. Common Thread arrives and blows my mind. The Jozart open mic has even attracted Transcendent Third this week. It’s good to see everyone, hearing Bill’s honesty pushing through a microphone. He’s such a good writer. I’m up and down – A good roller coaster of a time in California, though…
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January 18th, 2006.
Last night we arrived in California, PA just before heading over to the open mic at Lagerheads – they’ve made a room for us at Jozart Studios… offered multiple rooms, presumably because I’ve not been completely subtle about the romantic events that tend to occur up here. The open mic was fun, surrounded by people…
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January 13th, 2006.
Last night the lights on the boat are turned down low, perhaps in an effort to get all their guests to go to bed early. The bars close early, and there’s nothing but an Indian boy walking around sneaking up on people and then declaring “I’ve got plenty of BOOOOOZE on my cart!!!” It was…
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January 12th, 2006.
Interesting. In trying to remember the seven deadly sins, my mother and I both go the same route – trying to remember how people get killed in the movie Se7en. Cute. It’s our last day at sea, so much sunshine. I get to pseudo-play out today and to be interesting. The talent show is no…
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January 12th, 2006.
I’m 10th in line at the talent show. For some reason they’ve decided I get to close the whole thing. I guess I should be flattered. Bon Jovi’s playing in the background as the announcer comes up, so things can’t go TOO poorly. Stabbing a little carved marzipan mouse on skis. Hrm. Talent show was…
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January 11th, 2006.
Physical gifts are strange things. The rabbit around my neck actually calms me some. But – beyond “I was thinking of you”, unless they are useful, I often think they just become reminders of things that were. By definition – souvenirs – and I’m becoming less and less able to think of the past without…
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January 10th, 2006.
Cuyutlan, Mexico. A beautiful dawn after a very rocky night. Intense seas… my grandfather seemed particularly disturbed by the fact that “you can’t see any stars”. Off the back of the boat, the ship throws off so much light, and the streamers of exhaust from our “environmentally conscious” cruise liner totally blot out what SHOULD…