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11 April 2012

It’s time again for another entry from my past journals.

This gem comes to us eight years ago, in April of 2004. I lived in Athens, sold “ladies'” shoes and frequented a tea bar called Infusia (now, sadly, called The Buddha Bar).

I was also just getting out there and playing acoustic guitar and singing covers and my own songs. Apparently, I tried to combine my public music persona with my love for Infusia. Observe. [Note: The song titles you don’t recognize are probably my originals. It really just depends on how many song titles you recognize.]

26 April 2004

I talked to Katie about possibly playing at Infusia. That would be so cool, but I realize I would need some mellow stuff.

 

List of possible songs:

Jumper

One more tomorrow

Just friends (It’s so hard to be)

How do you Do-Ken?

Best of my love

Lost cause – Beck

Pink Triangle

The Renee song (Because of you)

Wonderwall

All apologies

Vertical Horizon

Radiohead

Roll and fall (For her) – Miranda’s song

2 X 3 = 6 (But you times me is perfect) – Not written yet

Some Beatles song

NO DAVE OR JOHN MAYER!

Church, umbrella and door

8 September 2011

Good evening lovers and loves and precipitous pals.

Earlier today I visited a Unitarian Universalist church for the first time.

I have not been in a church in a very long time.

The same feelings were there, but there was no edge of animosity or overpowering dis-ease.

The place felt downright peaceful. And it was enormous.

The sanctuary seemed incredibly natural and open and felt like a green house.

I later learned a student of Frank Lloyd Wright designed the church and the church even won an architecture award.

Later in the day, my shoes were soggy from the persistent downpour. I squished and squished up to the apartment. I couldn’t tell if my umbrella was weeping or had a slight hole in it. I kept getting wet on my face (especially my right eyebrow).

Here is a picture I enjoy from a house in Alexandria, VA:

A yellow door in front of me

Vending vedi vici

2 August 2011

Today at work a co-worker went to the vending machine in the break room. Her packet of Peanut M&Ms got hooked on the plastic dispensing spiral. Immediately she exclaims and begins banging into the machine with her hips, making the internal machine light flicker with each blow, shaking the machine from side with reckless abandon.

I eventually purchased the next packet of Peanut M&Ms and we were both happy.

The other night GF asked me to name my favorite color. So I named it Kendra. Then, I realized I don’t really have a favorite color. At various points in my life my answers included orange (really?), blue and green. All boring choices. I have no favorite color.

If babies starting being born with rockets as feet I wonder if that would cripple the sock and shoe industry.

If I had to eat a potato every night of the week prepared in the same way every night I would like that potato to be ______________________. What would you pick?

I would want the potato to be a baked potato.

I do love potato chips though.

Yes.