February 28th, 2010.
It’s Sunday morning. I’m making coffee. Our coffeemaker is hugely industrial-looking and has been given the less-than-delicate name Eleanor. Eleanor needs to hurry it up because this morning I truly
February 15th, 2010.
I-95 again. Covered in snow again. More coming tonight. Driving’s going to be brutal unless a lot of people have a lot more sense than us and stay home. They’re
February 14th, 2010.
The last couple of nights have been a lot of fun. Scratch the fact that we could get out of the house – that was a bonus. These would’ve been
February 12th, 2010.
Insomnia. It was only a matter of time before it had its way with my head again. I was lying awake, staring at the insides of my eyeballs, trying to
February 8th, 2010.
It’s so much snow. I mean – wow. Obama took a lot of flak about speaking his mind regarding DC’s response to a couple of inches of snow in December.
February 5th, 2010.
Terry Pratchett, one of my favourite authors, was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s some time ago. It’s one of the only news stories since 9/11 to make my heart wail – which
February 2nd, 2010.
A friend pointed out an article at Paste.com asking “Is Indie Dead?” It’s an interesting argument over semantics that sort of rehashes the old argument of “is corporate punk rock still