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April 2007

  • April 30th, 2007.

    It’s a good morning. A slow morning. We’re in Indiana, PA for one last day and slowly we’re waking up and choosing our leisure activities. Keola is in bed playing Amy’s guitar. Heather is in bed playing some game that Keola got her addicted to. Don’t fool yourselves, I’m typing in between my turns in…

  • April 26th, 2007.

    The remainder of our time in Belleville went entirely too fast. Susan and the birds are good company, and her house there is about as comfortable as any we’ve stayed in. We have just enough privacy and a good balance of connectivity. Someone who’s eager to hear us working on new things and to hear…

  • April 18th, 2017.

    Yum. A day off. Of course, most of my main forms of recreation also involve my computer, so I’m constantly being drawn back to work, and I have to beat it off with a stick. Fighting the urge to get stuff down every moment of the day, I finally get around to writing emails, and…

  • April 17th, 2007.

    Sean Morse, one of our Colorado comrades assisting us in breaking into the poetry open mic at Folsom Street Coffee in Boulder, Colorado. It was good to see Sean again – it’s not really possible for me to forget how good he is, but sometimes I apparently need the rather visceral reminder of his presence.…

  • April 14th, 2007.

    OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA As we’re driving, we of course aim for tumbleweed. It passes the time. This poor creature has actually been with us ever since (I think we caught him on the way to Salt Lake City on Tuesday and I’m writing this in Kansas on Saturday) though…

  • April 11th, 2007.

    And then as if the dust storms weren’t enough – check out what’s piling down on those mountains! The weather out west matches the Earth and is trying to smack down the upstart terrain. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA We’re traveling through Wyoming, driving hard for Cheyenne… where we turn right. Heather’s a monster…

  • April 8th, 2007.

    Good morning. Easter morning. People send me lots of messages saying “happy bunny day”, which – I appreciate but it’s not quite right, I suppose. The holiday is religious for a lot of people (whether pagans or Christians is, of course, up to debate by theologians and Eddie Izzard fans), so I guess I shouldn’t…

  • April 4th, 2007.

    The moment we cross the mountains into Oregon the clouds close in and make their displeasure known to us. Beautiful and powerful and glowing – we’re welcomed to the northwest quite moistly. “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco,” is apparently an accurate, though famously misattributed quote to Mark Twain.…

  • April 2nd, 2007.

    Black Butte rears out of the end of the highway as we pass through Weed, California. Woo hoo! We haven’t seen any Sasquatch around, (we’re in prime Bigfoot territory) but we spotted a dragon lurking just north of Mount Shasta, California. We just played a pretty kick-ass open mic in Ashland, Oregon, which turned out…