I’ve been starting to plan my outfit for Croquet, and it occurs to me to ask who all is planning on coming out this year, and whether/how we’d like to organize a spread. I know this may be a bit early to start thinking about it, but I’ve got nothing else to do with my [...]
Hey ho ho! It’s one for all for one! And we’ll share and share alike with you And love you like a son We’re gentlemen of fortune and that’s what we’re proud to be And when you’re a professional pirate You’ll be honest, brave and free! The soul of decency! You’ll be loyal and fair [...]
It’s a strange day when I’m disappointed to get a teddy bear in the mail. Not that I have anything against the teddy bear, I’d just rather hoped that that package was from some British violin makers instead. I suppose I should just give them some more time.
It bothers me more than I can really say to see a picture of Jackson’s father on the cover of one of the magazines at the store this month. Famous people are supposed to be in a category completely separate from real people.
Well now, this is an interesting predicament. Our intrepid duo, Aubrey and Maturin, are about to go up against an American ship (probably the Constitution, although they haven’t identified her for sure yet) and while in this day and age I take the view that whatever side the American military is on, I should be [...]
The one important thing I’ve learned from the internet: people are bloody weird.
Well, I sent off an email to a luthier school in the UK, asking for information about their program. It’s not much, but it’s a start. And it’s funny how much better I feel just taking that little step, because now at least I’m doing something.
I don’t seem to have any words of my own anymore. I speak in song lyrics and fragments of poetry, quoting other people’s pain and frustration, trying to hide my own. I’m just about ready to sell everything and start walking, picking a direction based on where the wind smelled good, but I know I [...]
I deal in dreamers And telephone screamers Lately I wonder what I do it for If l had my way I’d just walk through those doors And wander Down the Champs Élysées Going cafe to cabaret Thinking how I’ll feel when I find That very good friend of mine I was a free man in [...]