Last night, coming home from an evening of drinks with friends, I found myself walking in 19°F (-7.2°C) degree weather in the wind. Thanks to New York parking rules, it involved walking under the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway where my car is often parked. Moving my car to the other side of the lot, or street, is a part of my daily routine. It is the ( Read more... )

The tips of my fingers on my lefthand are sore. I took out my guitar today for the first time in months. It's one of the few times I'd taken it out of its case since sending its mangled carcass (read: the bridge had completely pulled up from the face) back to the factory for some tender loving craft*. The guitar came back two months later almost as ( Read more... )

Everywhere I turn another sign points to unsettlement. One event collapsed dominoes which resulted in the disturbance of my harmony. The Japanese and Chinese call this concept Wa, referring to inner balance and peace ( Read more... )

I sit here in silence. The same clock has been ticking; it's been counting away the seconds for as long as I've lived. And though it hangs on a different wall in another room still it remains a constant. Familiar voices that ring through the rooms are a bit more worn, a bit more weary. Everything here, including our own bodies, are a bit more lived ( Read more... )

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