2006
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July 24th, 2006.
Nightmares. I’ve spent the last couple of days upsetting my sleep schedule in grand fashion. That’s been a dream – a good kind. All day Saturday was spent with music and good musicians and beautiful people and spectacular storms. Yesterday was spent pursuing movies and an uninterrupted moment. There were flowers and tadpoles and grins. And ttoday…
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July 20th, 2006.
Well, maybe not THAT much more – suffice it to say I had to get up at 5.30am to get out of Catonsville by 6am to get to Rowan’s by 7am to get equipment loaded by 7.30am to load in to the New Deal by 8am. Suffice it to say that I was crazy hyper all day…
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July 18th, 2006.
I’m stunned with Life at the moment. Small bird-like, shivering and stunned like some Ani Difranco metaphor. Friday night Heather and I played a long, long night over at Jimmy O’Donnell’s in Baltimore. A last-minute gig, and one of the most exhausting venues in our repetoire. Normally we play for about two hours, maybe even…
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July 10th, 2006.
Puppy at the CUP!!!! So sleeeepy! So cuuute! A Cuppy? Perhaps? No? I’m not sure of what to make of the day. It’s almost grey, but then sunshiney. It’s almost too hot, cloying, but then there’s relief. I’m being toyed with on a grand scale. But only with the weather. On other fronts, Life’s pretty…
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July 9th, 2006.
Working towards something – I wonder if that’s an artificial concept induced by spending the first two decades of your Life in school. I know it can distort your head into constantly looking for some sort of external gold star or approval. Heather dressed properly for doing work with molds and resin casting. I don’t…
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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…
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July 6th, 2006.
Heather, Ray, Tyler and I go out to see Pirates of the Carribean 2. We were like a posse. Another excerpt from a letter: I’m sort of assuming there’s a place in Hell waiting for whoever thought that Garfield 2: A Tale of Two Kitties was a good idea. Perhaps even Hell wouldn’t take that…
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July 5th, 2006.
I’m kind of bleary this morning. Hell, who am I fooling? I’m always bleary EVERY morning. My internal clock is set to “random” and it just takes me longer to get going, especially when waking out of dreams. Last night I dreamt that a particular personal nightmare had come true. Finally, someone had come to…
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July 5th, 2006.
Too easily caught, not easily held. At the moment I’m discouraged and have finally been looking (half-heartedly, not seriously, but looking) at education scholarships to go back and get my Masters for teaching. Looking at a bunch of regional things, because though I feel like I’d probably want to come back to PG County, I’m…
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July 2nd, 2006.
I’m still reeling from how powerfully beautiful last night’s show was. Rob Burnett on violin added such a fantastic new dimension to songs that I’d never dreamed of it on, like “Drift” – and having Dan Zimmerman fill out the bottom-end bass on songs like “Valeri” and “Counting” – and of course Amy Law’s vocals…