"And I remembered all the things that I used to care about and I realized that they have faded; they don't matter to me now. They are just moments in a lifetime which I'll never understand. Just a glance across a room, a cigarette burn on my hand; just a second of conversation on a Sunday… Continue reading What I’m Spinning – Postcards from Ursa Minor
This post has been a long time coming, but in retrospect, I'm glad I waited to write it. A lot has happened since I first thought to jot down these observations...events and interactions that have only strengthened my belief that I stumbled onto something pretty special. One of the things that stuck with me after my conversation with… Continue reading “If you’ve got my back, I’ll go on.”
My sister and I survived our jaunt to Philly to see Lucius (barely, no thanks to a car that didn't want to start and, once it finally got started, the worst rain/hailstorm I've ever had the displeasure of driving through), so after a scant five hours of sleep, I got to do it all over again. This… Continue reading Pirate shanty punk rock. Or something.