August 14th, 2005.
I’m staying with Rowan tonight, perhaps in danger of giving meat to all those rumours. I’m glad I’m here. He’s off with his lady but will come back in time
November 14th, 2004.
PLOJ XXX was a success much greater than 29. Good musicians, really very good food. It ended a bit early, but no complaints there, as I truly was ready for
September 2nd, 2004.
With My Regards to Ernie Pyle. Wanderlust has always been one of my favorite words in the English language. It tumbles more than rolls off the tounge and sounds exactly
04.04.04
The storm hit us at around 5.30 this morning, ripping trees apart and marching raindrops down upon us. The damned things didn’t queue up, they fought to get to us.
January 30th, 2004.
Last night was incredible. For many reasons. There was the swirl of late night snow, and the swirl of people, and beautiful people at that. There was Nefrit El-Or, who’s
January 6th, 2004.
I’m sitting at the College Perk, worrying about little things and big things, and watching the cat sleep on a pretty woman’s knee. Stubby tailed and contrary, I don’t remember