Monthly Archives: May 2004

Henry Miller always brings me back to my senses. Dead for twenty-five years now, his words much older than that, yet somehow by merely letting my eyes scan over some black zigs and zags, I am resuscitated, ushered into a … Continue reading →

Sipping coffee on a rainy Saturday morning. I’m heading out to the music store this afternoon to price some equipment. My main objectives at this point are to somehow acquire the following: 1) a low-end digital recording system; 2) a … Continue reading →

Had a long phone conversation with Mom an hour or so ago. She was feeling under the weather, which is not so unusual, but we had a nice chat anyway. My mom is always in the process of doing laundry, … Continue reading →