March 31st, 2007.
It’s funny, I can’t remember the last time I woke up and saw some slanting beam of sun illuminating the dance of dust. Perhaps I’m simply not inhabiting dusty enough
March 30th, 2007.
Today has been a driving day, and though the scenery eventually got all amazing n shit, the early one-two punch of crawling Sacramento-side traffic (people leaving for a three-day ______
March 29th, 2007.
Wednesday found us racing from Los Angeles to the San Francisco bay area trying to get on the list for an apparently very well-attended open mic in Santa Clara. There
March 28th, 2007.
What the Hell did we do with our day? I don’t even remember. Did I work the day I way? I must’ve. I’m sure we got things done, I’m sure
March 27th, 2007.
Los Angeles. What an interesting creature. I’d been out to the LA area a number of times on business while I was working at Glovia, making buttons, making code, but
March 25th, 2007.
Last night we went back to the Fiddler’s Dream to play a gig. We were the third act of four, and certainly the least traditional of everyone there. I think
March 23rd, 2007.
Oh my God we’re watching guys playing Trogdor on Guitar Hero 2. And singing along. I’m not sure if I want to die or not. But it’s pretty damned funny.
March 22nd, 2007.
There’s a particular kind of ornamental cactus – I don’t know what it’s called – that is distinguished by it’s soft, smooth skin and exceptionally delicate hues of pink and
March 20th, 2007.
I scare children sometimes. I know, shocking, but true. At the Rodeo back in Austin, we went in to see the Painted Horses show and I ended up sitting next
March 18th, 2007.
Greetings from I-10 somewhere in Western Texas, in the cut-out gullies and ditches of hills where the limestone is similar in geometry and colour to the road-kill deer we pass