Entries from April 2005

Wednesday, April 27th, 2005

The Girl In The Bubble

I’m quite tired, and yet I am waiting to leave for the Tractor for the Angels of Light / Akron | Family show. I saw them (i.e. Michael Gira) a few years back at the old Fenix Underground (before the earthquake caused it to move locations). I remember getting a strange dusty prairie feeling from [...]

Friday, April 22nd, 2005

It’s A Beautiful Day

The weather is beautiful today, however, I don’t feel pressured to rush to some sort of outdoor activity. I’m perfectly fine viewing from inside today with a good book in hand. I need a moment of quiet after the past week of work, errands and other everyday concerns that seemingly piled up over night. Later, [...]

Saturday, April 16th, 2005

The Supersonic Evening

Last night Mark and I had the good fortune to have in our hot little hands, courtside tickets for the last Supersonics game of the season. I hadn’t been to a pro game in years (last one being the Pistons, during the bad boys era). So I relied on Mark as my tour guide for [...]

Tuesday, April 12th, 2005

I’m Crushing Your Head

I’m crushing your head. I’ll give you one guess at what came in the mail from Netflix today. And while on that subject, has anyone noticed a recent lag on the delivery of DVDs? Ah well, either way the alternative is a scam.
Anyway, onto the new music for this week. Maktub has a new (and [...]

Sunday, April 10th, 2005

Ubiquitous Sunday Post

One of many efforts I am dedicating myself to is more frequent updating to the site now that I’m all settled in and comfortable. Don’t you just love that new website smell? There are reasons that I haven’t been updating as often as I’d like. One of those reasons is a need for introspection. I [...]

Sunday, April 3rd, 2005

Strange Days or See, I Am Capable of Capitalization

Indeed, it’s been a mighty strange couple of days. There have been epiphanies and happenings, none of which I can speak of in detail. I’m still trying to sort them out myself.
So instead, I’ll avoid those subjects by talking about inane daily details instead.
I’m once again on a Diana Wynne Jones book binge. Although I [...]