Going out for beers with the boys tonight. That means I gotta write my post right now. This is me writing my post right now.

You could call to try and make an appointment, but most of the time the phone just rang and rang. 

"Poetry is rather an approach to things, to life, than it is typographical production." - Joseph Brodsky

Sometimes when the record's skipping and you just need to bump the turntable a little bit.

Live, learn, grow. Everything changes. That is the beauty of life. Don’t fight it.

Most people don’t or can’t give themselves permission to open up to all possibilities. We think we're afraid of the dark, but maybe it's the light that we fear. Our own light.

Nine o'clock on a Friday night. Just walked the dog. Sitting at my computer with a glass of chardonnay writing a blog post. Good times.

SCIENCE NOTEBOOK, 1970 | When there is a sound, something is moving.

I have nothing to say today. So here's a picture of my brothers wearing moustaches.

slow start to the new year

Talk about what you want to do and be, not what you've done and been.

Visited my dad in Davis today. Erica left for India for two weeks. Isabelle goes back to Chicago on Tuesday. Hugo has finals this week. 

At least with a band, if you have a shitty gig you can feel like you all sucked together - as a team.

Taking a lot of pictures of front porches. I love porches. They are a big thing here.

Different days require different strategies to get myself going. Some days it takes gentle encouragement. Some days an inspirational quote helps... Some days nothing works.

Writing is awesome because you can do it almost anywhere. All you need is a pen or pencil and some paper. Much easier than sculpting in marble, or wrapping buildings in fabric.

Another shiny beautiful day. Remember this in June & July when you're grumbling about the cold and fog.

Cesena, 21 Marzo 1996 - Dear Steven, I am an Italian journalist, promoter and DJ. I read about you on "The Performing Songwriter", a nice mag! Also I read "Dirty Linen".

Sitting in bed with my laptop. I need to write a post for today. Going through old ideas – nothing interests me whatsoever. Why am I doing this?

I remember having to pick up after our dog, and once throwing a shovelful of poop over the fence into the neighbor's yard. Then someone yelled "HEY!" really loud, and I ran and hid.