April 30th, 2007.
It’s a good morning. A slow morning. We’re in Indiana, PA for one last day and slowly we’re waking up and choosing our leisure activities. Sharif is in bed playing
April 26th, 2007.
The remainder of our time in Belleville went entirely too fast. Susan and the birds are good company, and her house there is about as comfortable as any we’ve stayed
April 18th, 2017.
Yum. A day off. Of course, most of my main forms of recreation also involve my computer, so I’m constantly being drawn back to work, and I have to beat
April 17th, 2007.
We’ve fallen on our feet in a good place again. If you’re ever in St Louis and you have a craving for some late night Magic, or beer… or coffee,
April 14th, 2007.
Man, I don’t even want to look at the clock. The damned things are all lies in any case, I don’t remember which time zone I’m in and I don’t
April 11th, 2007.
And then as if the dust storms weren’t enough – check out what’s piling down on those mountains! The weather out west matches the Earth and is trying to smack
April 9th, 2007.
We’re leaving Seattle, finally heading east. When the day is done we’ll finally be a noticable distance off the West Coast. I’ll be able to look at a map and
April 8th, 2007.
Good morning. Easter morning. People send me lots of messages saying “happy bunny day”, which – I appreciate but it’s not quite right, I suppose. The holiday is religious for
April 4th, 2007.
“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco,” is apparently an accurate, though famously misattributed quote to Mark Twain. Twain supposedly actually said something closer to
April 2nd, 2007.
We just played a pretty kick-ass open mic in Ashland, Oregon, which turned out to be a whole lot more than just the little dot on the map it appeared