And now a rare opportunity to post, quickly. My own computer is in storage, with the rest of my office ( Read more... )

A moment. Just a fleeting moment with which to play the livejournalist's catch up game ( Read more... )

Ken Potts As Romeo

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Well it has been some time since I have been committed to this journal that has seen me through so many times. And in case anyone was wondering, [Smirk.] -- [Repeat Smirk For Emphasis.] No, I have not fallen into a crack in the ground. Just crawled under the surface of the world--willingly--just a little bit ( Read more... )

I miss my piano. If I had it, I would play it now. I'm listening to David Gray, watching the incense in the tray curl around the room in rings of smoke. The spirals roam around the apartment, and for a moment, there is more moving and alive in between these walls: It is not just the cat and I, and that gives me some subtle sense of lift ( Read more... )

My apartment is a small place. It is the recepticle of all my haphazard ups and downs. It's where I sit and think, if I can't sit and think at the pub over a cup of coffee and a cigarette. It's the place where my socks land on the floor after however many hours outside. The place where my hats land on the reading table, and my jackets are ( Read more... )

Today was the first time I actually ran out of gasoline on the side of the road. Luckily I was right by a Les Schwab and there were two blokes readily available to help me get the car off the road and into their lot, while I hiked over to the gas station with my little red gas can ( Read more... )

Well, Alaska was lovely. Truly. I can't stop thinking about the amazing light. The people I met all seemed quite friendly for the most part, and of course there was lots of good food ( Read more... )

Well, it has been an interesting ride. I can now say I've enjoyed Ice Cream in Alaska, (summer!); That I've seen theatre in Alaska, delightful play called WAR which I will hope to orchestrate a reading of--in Gresham--this Spring. And I can also say I've eaten reindeer. For breakfast actually. Sausage. Quite tastey. Shame about Christmas, ( Read more... )