Bright Light, Moderate-sized City.

It's been far too long since I've written one of these little monsters.  Let's paint a picture:  me--on the floor because my wireless doesn't work anywhere else--sort of child pose, Ashtray ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 01:26:00 GMT

Tag! I'm it...or am I?

Tag, you are it!!  (Oh, boy, this should be interesting...or maybe just strange.) Tag ! The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things about yourself," and people w...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 19:36:00 GMT

Summer in this city...

If we dance naked under palm trees and see our images reflected, would we know? It's been a long three weeks and a longer cold winter.  I long for Sundays in Savannah and the smoky jazz basement ...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 02:04:00 GMT

WTF?

So, I started this blog and somehow was given subject "choices."  What's that nonsense about?  Why would I want to copy someone else's blog category heading?  I mean, I suppos...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 01:23:00 GMT

Joy in repetition

So, I wrote this blog last night and before I was able to post it, my computer had a "technical problem" and my work was erased.  And this is the reason I write long-hand, ev'ryone. It was most l...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 00:09:00 GMT

Tofurkey philosophy with a side of Bright Eyes

Oh, I have not been a good writer lately...I have been tardy in my blogging and even more so in my work.  Must come up with that elusive conclusion to the story I'm writing... Usually it's the ti...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 17:53:00 GMT

Vegan cake, Cattails, and Bright Eyes...

"This is not who I've become but who you make me into..." There's something about Bright Eyes that makes me reflective.  Could it be the ingenious lyrics, the wavering vocal quality, the seeming ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 19:41:00 GMT

I want to spank the President (and not in a sexy way).

I'll give you the kind of human wreckage that you love... I have plenty of new music to inspire me and am lacking sleep at the moment, so I want to share. In the wee hours of morning, I started w...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 16:10:00 GMT

It's a war in there...

"It's these windows who are telling me to rid my mind of all this preciousness." It's difficult to write this thing without knowing my audience or if I'll even have one.  As a lover of lexicon an...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 15:34:00 GMT