August 22nd, 2009.
Listening to “Anna” by Antje Duvekot as the rain falls outside. I can feel myself slipping into the sadness that comes with things that remind me of my father not
August 16th, 2009.
Well – we’re moved. With the new zip code, I’ve technically moved back into Baltimore City again and I think I’m very, very happy. I’ve got to do some address
August 12th, 2009.
A Porsche almost kills us. I’m amazed at how frenetic some drivers are – with an average speed on I-95 that must be about 75mph, to have something come racing
August 11th, 2009.
The CD release was amazing. I could get used to people actually LISTENING to us. The feeling of owning the room, of a pin drop being audible, of people hanging
August 2nd, 2009.
It’s August again. Who’d’ve thunk? We’re rounding Columbus, OH on our way home, nosing our way towards I-70. From there it’s a straight shot back to Baltimore and then back
August 1st, 2009.
I’m not proud of the amount of fast food I consume. I’m trying to cut down. I’ve made a conscious effort to attempt to try to say no. However, when