April 2021
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April 14th, 2021. What’re the Odds?
NO hazardous crap. Like DRUMS. I was doing napkin math, because I Love napkin math. If I have to make two drives in the MD area to go get a different vaccine (rather than the J&J I had an appointment for this morning), my odds of being killed in a car accident during those drives…
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April 12th, 2021. Help the Help Help YOU.
See – I run an open mic where I teach a dozen a people a week (some weeks) about how to do just THAT! I take issue with how I’m treated. I don’t know how much of it is pride vs sour grapes vs prickly old-aged-raging-robism vs my own feelings of entitlement. I have a…
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April 8th, 2021. Get a Good Rug.
Playing was even better, but I even Loved setting it all up! Last night I kept saying “this is the way my Lair was always SUPPOSED to be”. +/- the fact that I kinda wished my beanbag chair was downstairs and that I REALLY wish Rowan was there with us. Kristen’s just received her vaccination…
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April 5th, 2021. I’m a lucky boy.
This is not a related photograph, but it’s on-message with the title. I AM a lucky boy. Running my open mic tonight I’m constantly humbled (okay, I’m never REALLY humble) by the Love we share in the Zoom room. This pic is particularly hilarious as Kosi goes wide-eyed cause she realizes “oh shit, rob’s rapping”.…
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April 4th, 2021. Easter of Rage.
Glen Phillips Livestreaming for Asian Americans Advancing Justice Friday night. Dave McKean is probably best known for his Sandman comic book covers – but he also does great children’s books, creates fonts – and of course album covers! He was really formative in me realizing you can do amazing stuff in the computer – but…
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Selkie.
I played six strings to the harbour in six foot waves the music crept and she stared at nothing from another six strings but there’s a tower here that I’ll cut down I’ll bulldoze it straight to the ground no pain here no war no decoration I know it’s not quite your style I ask…
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Rain.
It’s 7:00 Sunday morningand we’re searching for rainash and dust on our tonguesheaven-turned we are searching for rain tossed and turned we have burnedthe sight of brown dirt in to our eyesmorning came just the sameand with sun came no hope in to our eyes through a crack in asphaltone lone root, it pushesone Life…