July 7th, 2006.

Let there be popsicles. Ohhh yeah. I bet they had popsicles at the Frag Party too. Sigh. Rowan’s a lucky boy. Who didn’t sleep through the Frag Party.

Weirdly emotional right now. Looking at pictures of Rowena and I. That’s an interesting image. How things change.


Weird dreams last night. Half-remembered. Saw a midnight showing of Pirates of the Carribean 2 and felt like this is one of the only movies to take full advantage of a large movie screen. So visually lush, not compositionally or anything (the Island, another recent exposure, is simply beautiful – lines, colours, layouts) but like Graeme Base beautiful, where there’s SO much detail packed in, and no matter how hard you look, there’s something else going on. Sea squirts every freakin’ where!

Heather and I and Rob Burnett (our violinist from the fifth circle) at the Old Bowie Town Grill in Bowie, MD. We was jammin. Well, in all truth, it took us a little while to get to jammin. I had to like, break strings and break nails and spill water all over my amplifier first.

Little crue of Ray and Heather and Tyler and Lacey and a couple of her friends. It was fun pulling up to the theatre, a gaggle of girls standing out front and Tyler looking lost. Ray rolls down the window and shouts “Hey BABY!!! No, not you! Not YOU either! The tall one! With the BEARD!!” Ray scored points with that.

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