heat waves stifling in the old post office at a summer concert battle of the bands is about to begin who will win who will triumph … the strident sounds of dissonance bounce off the high ceilinged architecture as a ten inch blue mohawk walks by and a heavily tattooed anti-nazi patched girl sways in…
As I was driving over
As I was driving over to visit the Lukas/Jason/Winey house, I came upon a large snapping turtle trying to cross the road. So I stopped and decided to help it out so it did not get crused by a car. He did not like it too much at all, and those things are much faster…
Long nights and short days…summer
Long nights and short days…summer is here… We have moved to a new office for a temporary stay in the basement of McClain Hall… the “low-rent district” as John Boal refers to it. The window is 5 feet above my head, but it is better than nothing. I miss my bright cheery office. Staring at…
who knows which way the
who knows which way the wind blows as this world turns and spins a million miles per hour or so it seems that time flies by like the silver subway in the bowels of the great city that never sleeps. where did it go? i ask myself as i sit here working late at night…