Go to How I cannot buy a smaller bag of grapes, or: Sid Branca's sprained ankle walking tour for some new things, including a request for erotic help and video footage of my bandmates and I wandering Hyde Park at night making music.

The blog done been updated.

also, hey buddy.

I had a dream:

in which a strange man kept repeating the phrase "fresh basil, fresh basil"
waving what may or may not have been wilted basil in my face.

wtf.

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This morning we ran for two and a half hours, mostly uphill or through the woods or crawling along the forest floor or walking backwards with our eyes facing the sky and feeling with our feet.

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I've decided to make a significant part of this journal friends only, and I thought I'd mention it here in a public post.

for those of you who may be interested in these things, my schedule for the fall is looking like ( Read more... )

Some of you may be wondering what I've been doing since I dropped off the face of the earth about a thousand years ago.

Some answers, or: things I have recently built


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