Did you ever play that game, "Anywhere But Here ( Read more... )

Sunday means football. Thus, I've been avoiding the television is if it were carrying a plague. Wake me when there's a hockey game. Until then, I'll be gliding around the house, giving it a good cleaning, and listening to CD's I haven't in a long time ( Read more... )

I woke to a falcon's cry ( Read more... )

Once I rake in the scattered leaves that are my thoughts, there'll be an actual entry here. Until then, I'm on Jay Leno's couch tomorrow night, and I hope all of you will watch.

Much love,

Alanis

Florida's too hot for this Canuck. I love the people here. I think they're insane for being able to actually move around outside during the day, but I love them. Everyone's been incredible ( Read more... )

Touring will really drain a body at the end of each day ( Read more... )

I am alive. Some may have heard otherwise, but I've been singing and flying and singing some more. I slept in a hotel hallway in Sweden, after losing my room keycard. I ate fine chocolates with a security guard named Yves (that's the correct spelling, I checked). My mood's shifted, as it often does on the road, once I've had a period of ( Read more... )

Nothing will swing you out of depressive self-pity quite like fan mail:

Dear Alanis ( Read more... )

Alone in the city of lights ( Read more... )

This is Germany. So many smiles, so many handshakes that my hands are numb by the middle of the morning ( Read more... )