The sun came back today. Our high was 68˚F, and it's still 67˚F.

I finished reading Destination Casablanca: Exile, Espionage, and the Battle for North Africa in World War II by Meredith Hindley and began The Last Tasmanian Tiger: The History and Extinction of the Thylacine by Robert Paddle ( Read more... )

We heard the news about Lou Reed last night. It may be awhile before that feels real. As I said this morning on Facebook, one of the things I've always missed most about the demise of Death's Little Sister was singing our cover of "Sweet Jane." Here's the thing about Lou Reed: Maybe you've never listened to music very much, and maybe you've never ( Read more... )

This month is already a train wreck, so let's make this quick, kittens (though I will do my best to reply to any comments you might make, as I so miss comments...except the ones that piss me off, I don't miss those, but that sort usually comes from FaceBook, or did, before I made my account "friends only," and I have to wonder why I spend so much ( Read more... )

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My black out begins now. Props to Wikipedia et al. Glad tomorrow is a school day; help drive the message home. Unless Wikipedia is blocked...for boobs and sex and stuff.

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You might not believe it, but Spooky and I sing this all the time ( Read more... )

It seems impossible that this can be the Summer Solstice already. We've hardly had a whiff of summer in Providence. Hardly a whiff. And I'm so weighted down with the Tired and with deadlines that we've not had time to plan a ritual for this evening. Last year, we had such a wonderful Solstice on the rocks just north of Beavertail. I was hoping for ( Read more... )

I think I'm simply going to stop trying to sleep. I'll avoid the nightmares, and won't have to complain about insomnia.

All of yesterday was spent proofing and editing "The Belated Burial" and "The Thousand-and-Third Tale of Scheherazade" for Sirenia Digest #38, and laying out the issue. And I might have even gotten it out to subscribers last ( Read more... )

An especially unnerving dream this ayem, and I've not been this dreamsick in--I don't know--weeks. I'm trying to focus on the sunlight in my office, the music, the coffee, these words. Anything but the events of the goddamn dream.

I think the micro-vacation has turned into a nano-vacation, as I'm going to spend today assembling Sirenia Digest #38 ( Read more... )

Ten years tonight was the very last Death's Little Sister show, at the 40-Watt Club in Athens. Cover was $4. We played two new songs. I've been suprisingly weirded out by this all day long. I pulled out an old notebook, the one I wrote lyrics in, some old fliers, tapes, etc. An odd mix of nostalgia and sadness and relief. It doesn't seem possible ( Read more... )

Yesterday was not so bad as days off go. Not so good, either. Just a day off. I might have had a good walk, except for the constant rain and the cold weather. We spent most of the day finishing Ironweed, which is at least as fine as I had remembered it being. Later, I collapsed in front of the television and watched. The new episode of Battlestar ( Read more... )