Sometimes I'm wrong
start writing. maybe you'll have an idea. if not, oh well. the deal was to post something every day for 1,000 days, no one said it had to be good.
Song is the thing
JOURNAL :: JANUARY 1990 | my fingertips are recovering from a morning guitar session. working on a raga piece with a good picking pattern in the B section. to arrive at a guitar part that is at first very difficult is a good thing: 'he who is never required to do something he is unable to do will never do all he can'. i believe this is true. don't remember who said it.
Is this how it's supposed to feel?
JOURNAL :: MAY 21, 1991 | the pressure and confusion of new york. no one is 'fine, thank you'. only 'hanging in there'. we huddle in our corners as the years trickle by. is this how it's supposed to feel?
Not sure what's up
JOURNAL :: MARCH 22, 2015 | Feeling low today. Did a Tilden hike this morning. Did some yard work. Not sure what's up. Weather patterns. Seasons changing.
Santa Barbara to Toronto
SATURDAY, AUGUST 14TH, 1983 :: Got to Las Vegas 5:30 AM. Went to breakfast at Circus Circus - $1.99 buffet - worse than dorm food. Cruised casinos playing nickle slots
This may be it
when "this may be it - this may be the thing that changes everything" has a head-on collision with "no, this isn't it - this doesn't change anything"…
No date, no label
This photo is from a box of misc. slides. No date, no label. I don't know if the woman on the runway is a relative.
Imaginary friend
JANUARY 17, 2018 :: HYPNOTHERAPY SESSION - then she asks "is someone in the room with you? someone you trust? a guide?" no. i don't see anyone. then i think i should see someone - if i was doing it "right", i would see a guide.
Bag of dirt
May 20th. Isabelle's birthday. She just moved back from Chicago. Went out for brunch, then saw her new apartment…
How To Tell If Your Dog Worships Satan
When I was in the hospital in 2002, my friend Joel brought me a copy of the Weekly World News, a tabloid he liked to buy for the sheer ridiculousness of it. We read it together and laughed a lot. It was very therapeutic. I can't remember any specific stories from that issue, but…
Good to be home
JOURNAL - JUNE 11, 2017 :: On the train ride home we go straight to the cafe car: Hugo gets the cheese and crackers plate, I get a beer and some pretzel chips.
It's all so same
Today is like any other day. There is no reason to talk about it. It is so boring. Let me tell you about how boring it is. It is so boring that I can't even describe it.
An air of mystery
SCRAPS OF PAPER IN MY POCKETS :: Choose your delusions wisely. If you don’t, they will choose you.
She never does that!
animals usually like me. that makes me feel good. when i'm at someone's house and their cat sits in my lap, and the host says "she never does that!", i feel special.
I didn't know what that meant
One day, in Junior High, I wore a pink shirt to school. When Lucy Zane saw me, she asked if I had a domineering mother, then started laughing.