December 3rd, 2006.
Brooke of Tinsmith demonstrating the nose whistle at the West Side Cafe in Frederick, MD. We’re on I-70, high-tailing our way back from Frederick, MD – we just got off
November 1st, 2006.
I have nothing to do today. Nowhere to go, noone to meet. It’s refreshingly stressless. I shall, perhaps, do laundry, or catch up on Battlestar Galactica, or go to the
June 27th, 2006.
California, PA in the rain. Jozart is one of the finest places to watch storms from. So Lovely – huge windows showing stalking lightning and sheets of rain thundering down
September 5th, 2005.
I’m at Rowan’s again. I’m not quite sure how I keep ending up here. I really need to go visit my mom, hang out there for a little while, but
September 13th, 2004.
Today has been a torture of allergens. My eyes are reddened and tired, and my head is full of the cushioning, gurgling feeling of mucus, and my voice is nasal
September 9th, 2004
Rob and I were coming home from an open mic last night. I was thinking about, not the night’s performance, but about how I carry myself in general. I have