August 2006
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August 29th, 2006.
Birds at the beach. Yup. This implies rob on a beach. Craziness. Watching them whirl around, I need to wake up early enough to drive Sara to work to have the car for a day and wander around and take pictures of beasts and sunshineyness and Volkswagons so I can finally win at the punchbuggy…
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August 24th, 2006.
Keola unknowingly about to receive my attention and affection at PLOJ XXXV in College Park, MD. So, I’m in Galveston, Texas visiting Sara, seeing the sights, avoiding the temperature. Last night we went out and hit the open mic at the Old Quarter Acoustic Cafe. Didn’t have any idea what to expect, though I kind…
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August 23rd, 2006.
So, I look to be booking a singer/songwriter series at the New Deal Café shortly. I have no desire to EVER take over Richard’s job of booking there, as there always seems to be a little bit more co-op type chaos there than I’d ever desire to inherit, but I’d really like to have some sort…
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August 13th, 2006.
A particularly long night. Or at least it seems it. I’ve been at Perk since about 2 in the afternoon, and I didn’t really sleep much last night. Took a nap from 10 to midnight , then woke up and was up and stayed up till 7. I managed to sleep till 11, but mostly…
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August 6th, 2006.
Ugh. I’m sneezing like crazy and my nose has decided that the season has officially really hit summer, or perhaps my nose has decided that the difference between 100 degree moist outsideness and 70 degree dry indoorness is just too much. Nose bleeds, headaches – things would be kind of miserable if it wasn’t for the…
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August 6th, 2006.
Kudzu drapes the trees that line 40, turning them into hulking, lumbering beasts that reach longing arms toward the highway. The body language suggests the intent to either devour vehicles in some horrific way, or to clutch and snuggle them like a comforting toy that might be accidentally crushed also in some horrific way with…
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August 5th, 2006.
It’s a nice, slow day. For the moment. We’ll get on the road soon, and then race to Wilmington, and then look for an internet connection, and then work furiously till we sound check at the Soap Box, and then we’ll play our little hearts out… et cetera. But for the moment, it’s sweet, sweet slowness.…
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August 1st, 2006.
But I wanted it to be “yes”. these bronze people are scattered all over downtown. I saw a couple of others, and then postcards with still others on them. They’re pretty neat, but scorchingly hot in the sun. Bigira wants the chair. I thought he wanted Love. He simply wants the chair. Cats. Hrmph. More…