Django Reinhardt plays a requiem to all living voters #3
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008
Masonic temple
Normal bullshit for day three on this weird compound. What a sad and perfect life we lead.


Masonic temple
Normal bullshit for day three on this weird compound. What a sad and perfect life we lead.

The red mill
I rode my bike to the top of the hill to Johnson State College yesterday afternoon and my ass was totally kicked. I walked back down with Genevieve; she was getting Haryette Mullen’s book Sleeping with the Dictionary from the library. I have it now and am going to read it when I get back tonight. I’m about to go to the bar with James.
Nothing terribly exciting to follow, just a quick recounting of the day’s grind. (more…)

I’m in residency at Vermont Studio Center right now, where I’m going to try to complete a work I started in March, so that I might have a novel to sell as merch on our next band tour, per the joke I have with Mike about that. It is currently my intention to use this blog as a self-awareness check while I’m here, until the end of September.