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This is the semester that I actually work for the things I want to understand, and break my fingers for what I want to create. I'm done being a bobby-soxer.  (Granted, I'm still taking one course on comics, and another on arithmetically-based relativity, but...)

a mix fit for a king.*

More later.

Love,
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( About the Mix )

I could tell you about the various musical leaps I made tonight, from John Coltrane to Miles Davis to Tim Buckley to Leonard Cohen to Johnny Cash to Kris Kristofferson to The Blues Brothers to Tammy Wynette to Lou Reed to David Bowie to Buddy Guy and back once again.

But, having gotten to the other side of it, I'm tired, and a storm's starting, and ( Read more... )

I just bought a plane ticket to Indiana for next week. I'm actually going. I'm actually a little nervous. All I know about Indianapolis is a lot of various and opposing opinions from the close friend I'm staying with out there, a handful of pitying words from others, and this place, which may prove to be a good place to crash at day's end, if they ( Read more... )

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