October 30th, 2003.
What do you put in one’s journal while one’s at home? Appreciation of friends and family, I suppose. Little details about practice n stuff. (Ha, we’re working up a cover
October 29th, 2003.
All sorts of homecomings. Home comings to my parents’ house (is it strange that I find all of the familiar mugs on the shelves so comforting), home coming to College
October 26th, 2003.
At “home” at the Lloyds – I’m planning a trip to Strasburg with friends to go visit Santa Claus and the steam locomotives. Beautiful trains, I’ve done this every Christmas
October 25, 2003.
“It is always a little too easy to have minority or disabled characters in movies serve as saintlike or magical creatures who teach able white people how to be more
October 24th, 2003.
We’re back at Shane’s for the weekend – we arrived in Philadelphia last night and went out to get about $125 worth of sushi – blowing our budget (but at
October 22, 2003.
Tonight was an excellent night – last night we’d played the Skellig in Waltham – and the host, Hugh McGowan, invited us to come play his OTHER open mic –
October 21st, 2003.
I’m sitting in the dark. Nothing wrong with it. Just dark. I’ve been dreaming all night. Fever dreams churned out by sleeping on the floor to the tune of an
October 18th, 2003.
The Muse at the Gray Goose is like going to Cheers. Set atop a hill in the middle of a bunch of antique shops, the place looks like Christmas has
October 14th, 2003.
I forgot to mention. Brennan brought me the words for “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. I have incredible friends. He made me a card before we set off… Sigh, I
10.14.2003
I met my ex-boyfriend’s secret twin in Brooklyn in the shape of someone rob went to high school with. When Zak Smith, now a New York native and artist, walked