November 15th, 2008.
The last few nights have been Lovecraft nights – full of thick fogs that make you respect New England for it’s sense of density and atmosphere. Moisture and cold closing
April 13th, 2008.
The grey lands on us hard, clamps down and spins drizzle across our windshield. We’ve entered Ohio at speed with the hope that it won’t get a grip on us.
April 12th, 2008.
Heather is getting her tattoo. As I write this I think she’s singing Aerosmith’s “Dream On” and making really quiet “lalalalalalalala” sounds with her tongue. The artist, David of Skeleton
October 11th, 2007.
I’m a moody bitch. I know this. My brain is a chaotic roiling mess. I know this too. But I think I really adore Columbia, Missouri. I like the people:
October 6th , 2007.
Illinois stretches flat and endless and Indiana waves good bye. There’s a trinity of trucks ahead of us and scatterings of families in their minivans and campers. I’m slowly losing
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
October 14th, 2006.
Writing from I-70 somewhere in Illinois: Friday the 13th came and went without calamity. Again. Usually I actually feel I receive some special surplus of luck on Friday the 13th
June 15th, 2006.
Not much to say right now. Worn the fuck out. Got up earlier than I wanted to. Rare that I sleep as hard as i did, Heather apparently had a
June 21st, 2005.
It’s crazy to think that it’s only just summer as of today. I think. We keep thinking “it’s been a crazy summer”. It’s merely been a crazy spring. It’s midnight,
June 17th, 2004.
Indianapolis, Indiana has been a cool place to stay, but I’m not sure I’d want to Live here. It’s either nasty hot with DC level humidity, or insanely cold rains