May 29th, 2009.
My fridays are different from other people’s fridays. Mine are awesomer. I get to sleep in, slowly gain consciousness and watch bad sci-fi movies… I’m fresh from the victory of
May 15th, 2009.
What dreams. A vast tangle of imagery – I guess it’s just what I get for actually getting enough sleep. A song running and cycling through my head, sunlight beginning
May 14th, 2009.
Oh sweet Journal, what do I have to say to you? Not that much, I’m afraid – it’s been a combination of busy and boring which makes for very full
May 4th, 2009.
We’re driving in the rain, rounding the Beltway in the nightmare that is Monday evening rush hour traffic. We’ve literally been straddling the DC border and now have broken federal
March 26th, 2009.
Baltimore’s already nothing but a brief glow behind us, catching the clouds on fire and blending into the taillights of those headed East-bound in the rearview. Heather and I are
February 19th, 2009.
Excerpts from letters to a friend: So, Thursday nights at home, I help run a weekly open mic I’ve mentioned to you before. We run a monthly songwriter’s challenge, also
February 18th, 2009.
From a letter a friend wrote me: “I’ve been having some motivation issues related to music lately (you may have noticed). I was wondering if at some point when you’re
February 17th, 2009.
We drove into the sun to get here and now have the sun in our rearview as we rapidly depart. Frederick is apparently where the sun Lives. Heather and I
November 28th, 2008.
I think I’m appalled. I can’t decide if the terrorist attacks in Dubai are more or less appalling than the shooting in the Toys R Us and can’t decide if
October 21st, 2008.
Oh Heather, I miss you muchly. Susan’s driving and she’s a godsend, Rowan’s been rapping and it’s awesome. Susan thinks I’m text-messaging, but I’m sure she’ll be glad when she