That’s right folks, it’s time for yet another sojourn to the frosty wilds of my ancestors [Iceland, to be more specific]. Today I should be packing — tomorrow, I should be leaving. I bet I decide to multitask tomorrow. *screams silently into the aether*
More wailing, gnashing of teeth, and updates to follow my procrastination progress later.
[Oh, and that's a photo I took last year in Thingvellir].
Yes, there was snow. Yes, I nearly swam to Canada across the river. (more…)
Well here I am in Michigan again; tonight at Fenian’s Irish Pub, in the Conklin countryside playing paparraza and peddling wares.
Here’s a shot from inside when I was getting light readings during the sound check earlier this evening:
Oooh! Time for me to run — due onstage in half an hour. I’ll write more later.
Spent the morning watching the sun rise and drinking hotel coffee here at Seal Rock. The Pacific looks moody, but I don’t quite know her well enough to say that this is her general demeanor [although I have my suspicions]. (more…)
Well, I’ve made it through security, oddly enough with plenty of time to spare — so I’ve been sitting here in the terminal, waiting for the purveyors of coffee to open shop so that I stand a somewhat reasonable chance of not ripping the head off of the first screaming toddler on the flight. (more…)
