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December 27th, 2003.
Yeah, so some of the last entry was really on the night of the 27th – and the morning of the 27th – deal with it for the sake of continuity! I can never tell if the sun is bright or sulking from this side of the house. But the filtered half-light is pretty appropriate…
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December 26th, 2003.
The day after Christmas is shiny and fierce and full of emotional confusion. They shouldn’t make television shows like “Sex in the City” – with all sorts of highs and lows and insanity and incredibly stupid men and women. I fear sitting and watching hours of bad relationships. We had a three-way with Keola this…
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December 25th, 2003.
Though I’m not religious, by any stretch of the imagination, I hold Christmas very close to my heart. I Love the lights, I Love the songs, I Love the weather. I Love the scurrying and even some of the ads. Twinkling decor – it reminds me of when we visited Boulder – and there were…
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December 24th, 2003.
Christmas Eve is here, it’s 2.31am – so yes, technically, I guess the little elf technicians (they ARE elves, right? that Santa’s got? – not like, dwarves or pixies or anything? – I don’t remember)… anywho, the possibly elves are checking out the sleigh, making last-minute wooden horses and making ABSOLUTELY sure that all the lists are…
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December 23rd, 2003.
Well, it’s been a rough couple of days, with not quite enough getting done, and not quite enough people being satisfied with the world, and general insanity that just wouldn’t be PC to put up on one’s website. See, I DO have my boundaries! Speaking of boundaries, the Quote Page is back up, and…
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December 18th, 2003.
I’ve gone to Trilogy Tuesday at the Senator Theatre, watched a MASH Marathon, and in general, spent an awful lot of time on my ass. Last night, the band gathered together for the first practice we’ve had in a month – and it always feels like this… completion when the sound pulls together. Frank had…
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December 16th, 2003.
Returning from Damian’s house. It’s 2am, and there are emails in my inbox reminding me that I’ve neglected the Journal. I’ve been busy with the homecoming. A couple of years ago, that was a nighmarish dance-opportunity for embarassment and humiliation. Now it’s the culmination of return. Dancing with friends and playing for and playing with…
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December 8th, 2003.
Watching the map, it’s almost painful to see Maryland scrolling a mere inch below our chosen route. We’re edging in on the mountain roads of Pennsylvania, sitting tucked in between guard-rails and 18-wheelers. Out of the states we’ve visited, I think Pennsylvania (despite my mom’s beliefs) stays one of my favourites. It has moments of…
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December 7th, 2003.
Travelling at 70 down I-80 at 6. The moon’s nothing more than an amorphous stain, high in the sky, and the sun itself has vanished into a multi-coloured strip, fading quickly into the black of the Indiana sky. There are moments when I’m so happy with this Life. Car concerns, weather concerns, any fears of…
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December 4th, 2003.
Such a good show at the Cricket on the Hill tonight. Exquisite sound, my guitar sounded like the half-bass hybrid beast it’s meant to sound like – met really wonderful people, including the band Sensei. Jason, back home, would’ve Loved them. Sort of like the entirety of the Ocean’s 11 soundtrack, Live before us. Jennie…