February 19th, 2009.
The sun is waging war and is finally winning some sweet advances against the grey, but the snow is still coming down thick, blowing in dense drifts that are beginning
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
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
November 5th, 2008.
Sometimes you’re in the wrong place for the events in your Life. I’m not complaining too much but I wish I’d been home to watch the election go down. I
November 4th, 2008.
Pittsburgh continues to be one of my favourite cities. I guess I’m easily affected really – but the beauty of this town is rarely matched and I feel I’m in
September 1st, 2008.
It’s the numbers that are hardest to find in the dark. Othe rthan that, typing in the car tonight doesn’t really present me with TOO much rouble. Irs 1.40am and
April 18th, 2008.
I’m often reminded that maybe my brain doesn’t work quite the way a lot of other brains work. Different types of connections, different types of leaps. I don’t remember things
April 16th, 2008.
“If you were immortal, I could understand your choices better.” I ran into the man who wrote that line, Brad Yoder, tonight at an open mic in Pittsburgh. I’d heard it
September 16th, 2007.
Life is such an intense thing. I Love it… I Love intense showers, I Love intense music, I Love intense women, I Love intense days. The compaction of my Life,
September 13th, 2007.
Just a quick note before I crash – good letters from people today. A lot of emails in my inbox, one from someone who’d severed ties with me years ago