April 7th, 2005.
Heather and I are tapping and typing to the sound of falling water. There’s a fountain in the corner of Jozarts Studio, and that, along with the cavernous interior and
November 3rd, 2004.
Election Day has come and gone, but what a misnomer. I wonder if Election Day will ever again mean “the day on which you fucking KNOW who the new president
October 31st, 2004.
From yesterday’s Los Angeles Times: “WASHINGTON – The Internal Revenue Service has informed the NAACP that it is investigating whether the civil rights organization improperly “intervened in a political campaign”
October 30th, 2004.
I’ve got to admit, I’m on my last legs. October has simply been SO intense, and I’m ready for a couple of days without having to BE anywhere, without having to
October 29th, 2004.
It’s been a really good day. We did an interview on WVCS, the local California radio station, and later we played with much vim, zest, and vigour at the Underground
October 28th , 2004.
So – California , Pennsylvania . I Love this town – tiny and beautiful. We’ve driven through Pennsylvania at an ideal moment – summer cresting over into fall – California
June 10th, 2004.
And I’m continued to be reminded of how much I Love my Life. Last night Aspinwall was just so spectacular, being reminded that I have sooo far to go with
April 22nd, 2004
Oh, my God, the font is a different color [yeah, yeah, yeah, meaning NOWADAYS “the category is set to ‘Heather’” – rob 12/27/17] – That could only mean one thing: