February 2010
1 post
...that you're relying on to lead you home.
I’ve always found mountains oppressive, the way they carve up the sky; the way they bring on the night just a bit too early or the day a bit too late. Here, though, the impact was less claustrophobic than it was haunting; dreamlike. The silence and darkness sizzled off the pavement as we sailed smooth American highways, chatting endlessly to fill the void.
Somewhere in the night, we stopped...
December 2009
1 post
Lemuria//Mechanical
Sometimes, I accidentally hit...
November 2009
2 posts
I Keep Faith.
We were seeing Billy Bragg at the worst venue in the city, one I normally avoid, but for some reason I got in free; Jo must have had tickets or something? Not important. Point is, we were there.
Billy talked about Youtube videos, comedic animal ones. I believe this was a segueway into broadcasting his principled stand against the MySpace terms-of-use or some such timely internet-related bother....
Chrisa.
It always felt funny to write your name, like something was missing…like I had hit the backspace key by mistake, or rushed through a letter in my loopy cursive, sloppily melding several characters into one. Even saying it was strange, though I don’t know whether it seemed to drag on a syllable too long or clip off a few too short. Chris-a. Chrisa. We were walking by the ROM as they...