Felt a little bummed. Wrote a song. Felt a little better.

The Hard Way: Ain't my best work, but it maybe captures the mood I was in

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Little Boxes: A Malvina Reynolds tune, made popular by Pete Seeger. Listened to a couple of versions on Smithsonian Folkways podcasts earlier this summer, then heard many other versions as the theme to the Showtime series Weeds, which I've watched a lot of in the last three weeks. This version is unlike any of the versions I've heard, or my own ( Read more... )

Alberta Leave the Lights On: an original, wrote it yesterday as I worried that even the long hours of daylight in Edmonton in July might not be enough to get the day's work done.

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The Seeker: Me and a buddy jamming on the classic by The Who

Stayed up all night talking to her: exhilarating, frustrating, fascinating, confusing ( Read more... )

Here's a thought:
I used to post, thoughts
On here even
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Mississippi was incredible, gonna hafta do another MDS (Mennonite Disaster Services) trip sometime. Southern Mississippi actually suffered the strongest winds and the highest storm surges of Katrina, being on the east side of the eye. The destruction was incredible but the resiliency of the people there is even more so. And the new homes being ( Read more... )

Whew, just got through with my first tutorial session. That is, my first time standing in front of a bunch of nineteen year old science and business majors for an hour, trying to get them to think critically about literature. I didn't crash and burn, but it wasn't exactly a moment of glory either. I had to break early, cuz I couldn't get a ( Read more... )

Port-O-Let: an original, celebrating a poetic medium found on every construction site

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Right Hand Man: an original, the first verse is a true story about my friend Trever. Sounded like the premise of a Johnny cash style song to me, so I threw this together. Was planning on recording a clean cut at some point, but I found ( Read more... )

The ten-thousand leaves that fell simultaneously in my back yard in the two days that will have to pass for autumn now lie unraked beneath a blanket of snow.

September saw two weeks of enthusiasm and energy followed by two weeks of slack after having gotten myself ahead of the game. October sees the increasing urgency of getting shit done.

It ( Read more... )