* feb 3 - andy warhol/luna event
feb 7 - first day at piedmont
* feb 12-15 - vancouver
* feb 21 - show at yoshi's with brad
* feb 26 - from monument to masses at both
march 6-8 - arathi here
* march 18 - wicked
* mar 25-29 - ohio for jodi's shower
may 1ish - leave the bay area for travel in USA
june 27 - jodi and brock get married
july 12 - family reunion in new jersey
late july - leave for trip around world
nov 14 - andy and ali get married in florida
july '10 - return from world travel

* = i have a ticket (or reservation), sucka! otherwise gotta get one.

that'll do for now.

( past stuff i did )

so, i now have to make a huge post about morocco and a huge post about this wedding. but for now i'll just say that it was more emotionally intense for me to see my little brother get married than it has been for anyone else i've had in my life get married and i can't quite figure out why. maybe it's as simple as the fact that he is a boy and everyone else close to me who has gotten married has been a girl...so i've been with them for the days leading up to the wedding etc. in this case i was with ali, the bride, who i adore and love...but who i wouldn't know if she wasn't with my brother, who i adore and love. maybe in a weird way i just feel more left out...

i also was probably dealing with different emotions since i came back from travel straight into a huge beautiful wedding with so many people and so much to do. quiet time required now...

but how beautiful are they?

writing from an internet cafe right now in barcelona.... warning to the men and squirmish women out there that there is some personal women business included.

so, i had a bit of weirdness because as of yesterday my period was officially more than 8 weeks late. which of course = missing two periods in a row. i´ve been keeping track since i went off hormonal birth control just out of interest and because i thought it might be helpful to have a sense of my natural cycle when we return and are ready to start trying for baby time. so, i have always been within a week of a 28 day cycle - it took about 6 weeks for my period to come when i first went off bc and i had one 3 week cycle and one 5 week cycle and otherwise have been within a day or two of 4 weeks. so this 8 weeks and 1 day thing suddenly seemed like something i should think about. so we decided that i should take a pregnancy test and talked about what would happen if i was pregnant. by the end of the talk we decided we would literally be equally happy either way. if yes - baby! but no more trip. if no -trip!!! duh. and baby later. and it turned into hilarity when i made our friends who live (some were visiting but used to live) in barcelona help me buy the test at the pharmacy last night when we were already hours into drinking (nothing like a posse of people i had met only hours earlier buying a pregnancy test with me) and all night as i drank they discussed my poor unborn baby and if a drunken seal breaking pee at 12:01 counts as a first morning urine.

anyhow, it was weird because even though i really knew i wasn´t pregnant- like i hadn´t even been thinking about it as a possibility or worrying about it (alcohol consumption ahem) - suddenly when i had the thought i might be and said it out loud to ian, it was all i could really think about. and i had to wait for my first morning urine to test.

so, we were down to the details - like how we would call todd (our friend and ian´s last supervisor who has been trying to get me to get pregnant for a year so ian wouldn´t leave/would come back) about how fast ian could get his job back and swear him to serious secrecy and about telling my family when we were in the states next week and getting our money back via our insurance for the rest of the trip and how ian might have to go to our friends´ wedding in australia in april without me and how sad it would be to not get our two months in tel aviv with emily and how we were glad that it would be now and not before we got to at least do the camel trek and europe.... etc etc.

anyhow, clearly i am not pregnant or that would have been a different blog post (actually it wouldn´t have been a blog post, it would be a crazy secret). but it was weird because even though we agreed we were happy to be and happy to not be (for different reasons, each) when i couldn´t sleep last night the last thing i remember thinking was something along the lines "please be yes please be yes".

so, ok. what does that mean? nothing really. i am super excited to finish the rest of our trip. but it also shows that in a moment of truth we were both willing to be happy to give up the rest of the trip to go home and have a baby. and that deep down in a moment of real truth, i was choosing that if given the choice. just sort of an intense moment for me.

anyhow, it´s nothing to worry about. i´m not depressed or feeling sad or worried about the rest of the travel. i am still a little worried about NOT being able to get pregnant when i want to. i am a little concerned about what the 2 missed periods does mean and am hoping it´s just a quirk of travel and not something that´ll mean a hard time when we´re actually trying to get pregnant. and i´m a little sad like a little bit i lost a potential baby.

and i am also acknowledging that we´re in weird point of the travel. we´re nearing the end of europe and about to be ¨"home" for a couple of weeks. i´m REALLY excited for the wedding and to see my family. and maybe that´s because when life is vacation (or at least travel) the
not travel part is exciting like vacation usually is when life is work and normalness. and also it´s easy to be excited when it´s just a stop on the way to more travel. but i think i´m a little road weary at the moment. which is and was bound to happen. i look forward to the rest of the trip which´ll be a little less frequently moving around. i also think morocco was a really intense part of the trip, so ajusting back to europe is weird.... especially this particular europe. granada was easy and great and a perfect transition. quiet and quirky and beautiful and peaceful and fun and unique. but barcelona is so sort of american. i mean it´s not. but it´s full of like fancy shops and tourist trap restaurants and young backpackers everywhere getting drunk and lookin´ for love. it´s charming and i really like it, but i would have liked it more before the week in the desert with just ian and two berbers and sleeping under the stars.

so maybe i´m going through now what i was sort of prepared to maybe go through when i was back in florida for three weeks. a sort of ajustment period to "real life" after intense travel. but the truth is florida is going to be a really happy time for my family and like i said above a nice break from travel, but also just a stop on the way. it´s not going to be like when i return to san francisco in july - a real true lifestyle ajustment. so maybe this time in this genre of europe is more of that ajustment after the intenseness of our morocco experience.

and i do have a long post i will post eventually about the moroccan experience but i am waiting until i am reunited with my computer so i can post the pictures along with the post.

so, that´s that. an update on the life and times of moi...

we´re about to siesta and then hit the picasso museum if it´s not too crowded. the city is really busy this weekend so we may just lay low and do the touristy things we want to do during the week and hide out in a out of the way cafe and read today. we shall see.

hope you are all smiling.

i fully plan to do a long in depth post about morocco, and especially about the week that ian and i spent in the desert with this family. but i want to wait until i am reunited with my own computer so that i can post my photos and type on a normal keyboard and not pay for internet time. so that may be when we are in geneva (nov 6) or when we are in florida (nov 11).

we head to florida to spend 3 weeks with my family during which time my brother is getting married and we will eat a turkey. w00t.

if you miss me we can talk on the phone then too!

tomorrow we are off to spain. we're taking a train to tangier and then the ferry across to algeciras where we'll spend a night (or 2 if we like it) staring at the rock of gibraltar before hopping on another train. then we'll go to seville or granada, probably, depending on train schedules, and spend a couple or 3 days before heading to barcelona for about a week.

then a couple of days with family and friends in geneva before we say goodbye to europe and hello to the rest of the world.

i am excited to hopefully find a washing machine in spain. also excited for the end of squat toilets with no toilet paper. but i will miss the amazing gold color everything in morocco turns each night as the sun sets.

oh man, glory of love just came on as we were getting ready to leave. best ever. also this song reminds me of karate kid 2 which i saw on my very first date in new jersey when my grandpa let me go on a date when he was babysitting me and i was 10 years old and the date was with a stranger i met on the beach. but that's because i was going with my older friend and my date's older brother who she had a date with. fyi, she was 12.

hmmm.

also, is it weird that i still remember his name? oh man...(runs to check facebook).

gonna list all the songs that play in this laundromat/cafe as they play. and when i'm home in 9 months, i will perhaps make a mix of them.

human - the killers
never too much - luther vandross
she moves in her own way - the kooks
haven't met you yet - michael buble
my guy - whoever sings my guy
a little bit more - dr. hook
always - bon jovi
lovely day - bill withers
some really crappy song whose lyrics are nowhere on the internet
never ever gonna give you up - barry white
why does it always rain on me - travis
how to save a life - the fray
i'm all over it now - jamie cullum
fallin' for you - colbie caillat
don't give up - peter gabriel
more than this - roxy music
don't stop thinkin' about tomorrow - fleetwood mac
love is all around - wet wet wet
shake you down - gregory abbott
it must be love - madness
september - earth wind and fire

laundry done!

there's a lot of talk about an lj revival amongst certain segments of my friendslist and i'd like to say that i am totally down! of course while traveling i am not always able to write as much as when i'm sitting at work or on my couch at home, but i'm going to make an effort to make real posts when i can. and i hope some others who have been fading will also come back!

i know i know...some of you haven't gone anywhere. you are already my favorites, don't worry!

anyhow, we're in berlin right now and are absolutely loving it. first of all, it's been great to spend time with robin and taska, who live here, and to get to know their baby, temujin. and second of all, we have our own apartment for the time we are here thanks to the ceo of the company ian worked at until we left. and third of all, just a rockin' radtastic town. it has all the history i'm obsessed with (nazis, war, bombing, walls, stasi) and all the art and music i love and fashion and holycrap FOOD. and it's cheap and easy to get around. ok, it's cold here, like winter in sf cold, and i STILL love it. that says something! cause i am a winter hating puss.

other things:
i watched this movie and really enjoyed it, so you should watch it if you can get your hands on it.


we are also watching it's always sunny in philadelphia on ian's laptop. we've reached season 3 and are a few episodes in. it cracks me up pretty consistently.

we are going next to morocco to ride camels in the desert for 5 days and to wander randomly through morocco and spain for a couple of weeks. then back to geneva for some final time with ian's family and to the states for my brother's wedding (and thanksgiging).

it's weird - we have been away from sf for 5 months now and away from the states for 2.5 but it feels like so much longer. you know how time is different when you are on a vacation? well, the same has been happening for us, but like FOREVER. so a week feels like eternity. a month feels like infinity. i can't believe we left the states so recently...i feel like a lifetime has passed.

but at the same time, i also am just still me. which maybe sounds both stupid and obvious but there's this whole thing about how travel will change you and everyone is like "you're going to see so much and be so different" and maybe there's a subtleness to this that i will never be able to see. but like my brain is still mine and i am still just sharon. i don't feel any different.

although i will admit that i can see my views on some things changing my options in life growing wider, if that makes sense. so who knows what that'll mean.

i have like no anxiety because what could i possibly have anxiety about?

ian and i are together 24/7 literally and with no real problems.

i still want a baby yesterday like now isn't soon enough.

check out how adorable temujin is:


berlin photos here.

and i think that's all for right now.

xs and os.

france













burano







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tuscany













munich











food and drink (priya, this one's for you!)













street arts

my least favorite new trend, as seen around italy.

oops! i crapped my pants!


oops! i crapped my shorts!


oops! i crapped my anarchist punk pants!


oops! i crapped my boyfriend jeans!


oops! i crapped my belted jumpsuit!


oops! i crapped my mom pants!


oops! i crapped my man pants!


oops! i crapped my hippie pants!


oops! i crapped my cinched ankle not-so-skinny jeans!


inspired by fashion, stealth photography and this funny post (thanks for the link, andre).

if you like feet, mine are here.



figured it might be nice to have them all in one spot. i've already worn through a couple of those pairs of shoes.

have hundreds of photos from italy. starting with cinque terre, they are being uploaded. italy was not ugly.

photos up through austria are posted here.

i'm in a tent in salzburg right now. ian is asleep on his little squishy cot and i'm taking a minute to do some internet catchup since we had no internet really in vienna. vienna was probably my favorite place we've seen so far on our journeys.

yesterday we were taking the underground (the u-bahn) to the main cemetery (where we saw the graves of various important people such as brahms, beethoven, and falco), and the stop we wanted was the last one on the line (u3). we thought we had a long way to go and were each engrossed in our books (ian was reading the end of assassination vacation (which i read way earlier on the trip) and i was reading a book about how to write a novel) when suddenly we looked up and noticed that the train was stopped and there was no one else in the car with us. we got up and looked around and saw that we had gone past the last station and were just sitting still in a no-mans land beyond the end of the line. i was totally freaking out. ian tried to push buttons to get help and they did nothing. i was seriously sure we were going to be trapped for hours or days. ian was laughing at my panic. finally (after what felt like hours but was likely about a minute) we saw someone go walking by next to the train on a little sidewalk...we pounded on the window and the fat mustached dude didn't even look at us. we were like, "what the fuck?" and ian was like "was he supposed to be looking for people? cause he didn't do a very good job!" then finally the train started up and we realized that he was just walking from the front of the train to the back because the back was about to become the front. seconds later we pulled back into the last station and escaped. he must have thought we were total dumbshits. when clearly we are not. ahem.

what else?

so i love the sound of music, which is centered around salzburg, but i don't think we'll have time to do any sound of music style touring. this has not, believe you me, stopped me from singing sound of music songs to ian for hours. seriously. he loves it.

oh, so vienna is called wien in austria so all over vienna it was wien this and wiener that. do you think that i am mature enough to not laugh? you are correct - i am not mature enough to not laugh. oh god did i laugh and laugh and laugh. ian and i would be like "wiener building. wiener person. wiener crosswalk. wiener pants. wiener museum." for like hours and laugh every time. we were staying in a gay pension (fancy word for fancy hostel in europe language) which didn't help with the immaturity we displayed.

on a more serious note, today we went to mauthausen which is a concentration camp near linz (not far from here or from vienna). this is the camp that my grandfather liberated, as an american soldier, at the end of wwii. it was a camp mostly for political prisoners of various sorts but was one of the places where they marched a lot of the prisoners from camps in poland as the war was ending - so some of the death marches ended there. when the allied forces (including my grandfather) arrived they of course saw horrendous horrendous sites that i can't even imagine. i have been to camps before in poland (treblinka, majdanek, auschwitz and birkenau (auschwitz ii)) but not since i was a teenager. it was after i went to those camps that my grandma told me about my grandfather's story. it was not something he ever talked about. ever. i had no idea until then, a couple of years after he had died. anyhow, it just meant a lot to me to go to that place and walk where i know he walked and lived perhaps the hardest days of his life. it is always interesting for me to see these sites and put israel into that context. it doesn't change my political leanings about palestine and israel at all. if anything it strengthens them, as i think understanding generally does. it also reminds me of how and why i came to love israel in the first place. because i had to love her to care enough to be broken-hearted by her. that's how it goes, right?

anyhow, yeah. that.

tomorrow we head to budapest for 4 days. i'm really exited. there is so much i want to see and do there, so i'm sure i'll have to limit myself a little bit. but i know for sure we're going to the baths at hotel gellert. i also plan to eat some goulash. are you jealous? i thought you might be.

from budapest we go back to prague to return the car and catch a train to geneva where we're meeting ian's mum for a journey to italy. after italy we have some time to spend back in geneva/saleve or to travel with ian's mum to visit some family in the south of france or ??? then we go to paris for a week or so (where we get to see nicole). from paris to munich for a couple days of oktoberfest in a fancy hotel supplied by our friend nick (from ohio) who we are meeting there. then berlin. i am super excited for berlin and to meet robin and taska's baby, temujin.

lastly i leave you with two songs that were repeatedly on the radio today and made me happy in the car from wien to melk to mauthausen to salzberg. if you don't like girlie pop don't listen. i warned you. if it helps, we also heard africa by toto, all that she wants by ace of base, some heart song, please don't leave me by pink along with some TERRIBLE hip hop and dance and pop in german. my internet connection is too slow to check these, so i make no guarantees that they work in any way whatsoever.

tons more photos posted here. in london at the moment...heading to scotland on monday morning.

dinner at st. john's tonight.

OK, here are the rules. Test your memory and your love of live music by listing 50 artists or bands (or as many as you can remember) you’ve seen in concert. List the first 50 acts that come into your head. An act you saw at a festival and opening acts count, but only if you can’t think of 50 other artists.

ok, i started with my first 3 concerts and then this just went random. love how the brain works. you can tell who my favorites were in the college and just post-college years (the ones that i've seen multiple times). that would be 1994-2000ish. and some other batches of repeatedly seen bands (mostly that friends are in and i LOVE). think i avoided opening acts and festivals entirely. woot. would have been way faster if i'd have pulled out my ipod and looked.

1. rod stewart
2. santana
3. violent femmes
4. afghan whigs (repeatedly)
5. dismemberment plan (repeatedly)
6. tori amos (twice)
7. the national
8. she & him (i heart you, zooey)
9. built to spill (repeatedly)
10. modest mouse (repeatedly)
11. death cab for cutie (repeatedly)
12. stereolab
13. portugal. the man.
14. ani difranco (a couple times)
15. fiona apple
16. band of horses
17. grand archives
18. panda & angel (a few times)
19. from monument to masses (tons)
20. the mass (lots)
21. lower forty-eight (bunches)
22. frank black
23. pixies
24. cursive
25. the butchies
26. team dresch
27. guided by voices
28. magnetic fields
29. sophie b, hawkins
30. ben folds five
31. u2
32. r.e.m. (a couple times over the years)
33. smashing pumpkins (a few times)
34. the stills
35. the sheila divine
36. ting tings
37. bitch and animal
38. liz phair (once in the day and then her exile show she just did)
39. avail
40. girls vs boys
41. garden variety
42. pavement
43. the oxes
44. girl talk (multiple times like whenever i can)
45. ted leo & pharmacists
46. jewdriver
47. thunderbleed (aka blind vengeance)
48. jucifer
49. wilco
50. stars

hi internets. just thought i'd take a second and say hello from geneva. i am writing from a keyboard where the z and y are switched from where i'm used to and the apostrophe is not where she belongs either, so my rhythm is a little bit off. oh the tragedies of the traveling life. anyhow, i'm currently at ian's aunt francoise's flat in geneva where we are doing some laundry and interneting, mostly taking care of things that need to be dealt with before we head to our next stop. we've been staying on saleve, a mountain just oustide of geneva, in france, where ian's family has a home. their home was built by ian's great-great grandfather (one of the founders of the red cross, i believe) and has been in the family ever since. it is beautiful and isolated, with lovely walks and a view of mont blanc from our bedroom window. as soon as ian is done with his computer i'll be posting my photos and you can see it there. we have the use of ian's uncle's car while he is travelling and will soon be able to stay in another aunt's apartment in the city. family has been so generous.

our friend dan arrives in geneva tomorrow so we'll get to show off the city and the mountain to him. then on friday we head to gruyere to see a cousin and spend a couple days in other parts of switzerland. we head to london on the 4th of august and will be based out of our friend malthe's flat while we are there.

what else? cheese and wine is wonderful. i have read so many books. i am trying to learn french (i know a very little) so after we leave here we will go to a bookstore and i'll get a small dictionary and a young adult novel in french - something i want to read. i got through the first page of a lovely and deep book written by a friend of the family, but it will take me the whole year to read the whole thing, so i need to start a little easier.

i've also started writing the novel i am working on. haven't gotten very far - and it's an especially challenging undertaking to do with pen and paper as opposed to on a computer. but it felt great to get some pages down on paper. i know who my main character is - at least a bit - and i know her main struggles. what i don't know, though, is her name.

anyhow, not much else to report at the moment. i won't likely be back online for another week or so. but i will see you then!

edit: i spelled bonnaroo wrong the whole time because i am clearly not really a hippie!

here's something i'm figuring out - you can have a post-vacation low even when you are in the middle of another vacation. since i've returned from bonarroo i've been a bit low...a little more anxiety and weird dreams and just sort of sad and lonely. it reminds me a lot of the feeling i used to get when i came home from camp in the summer in high school (and earlier). like i've been yanked out of one life and thrust into another more "real" but far lonelier life. i think, actually, it would have been smoother for me (although far more painful on tuesday morning) if i'd been not in the middle of travel, because going back to work and hanging out with friends are the kinds of things that counter these feelings. sitting around my parents house with no plans is not the kind of thing that counters these feelings. because it's not dissimilar from how i normally feel post-vacation. except that post-vacation means i'm done with vacation and in this instance i am not. and i just feel like i miss everyone so much. and it went from missing the people i was at bonarroo with (other than my love, of course, who just stepped out of the shower in this very same room) to missing everyone i'm not currently with. which, having left my life to travel for 14 months, is pretty much everyone except for my parents (it's a nice change to NOT miss them for once, i must say).

oh yeah, i also imbibed in some substances that probably threw my brain chemistry off whack slightly for a minute, also.

so, yeah, bonarroo was a blast. was with my sister, soon to be bro-in-law, my brother, one of my oldest bestest friends, her boyfriend (who i adore) and a lot of randoms who by the end of the week felt like best buddies. no fights, no problems, just lots of music, laughing, poo-talk, and general merriment. as ian says, the best way to really get to know people is to camp with them.

this was our set up:

(but with more people around - photo was taken after the rv next to us had departed.)

all my pictures are on facebook and will be on flickr soon, and when i have a minute i plan to make a bonarroo fashion post here.

for now, though, full force ahead in wedding planning for my sister's wedding which is a week from today. i am the best woman (having rejecting a title with the word matron in it). i am mostly helping out with last minute details, but i need to make some time to take care of my own tasks - writing a speech and getting together things i want to make sure we have that day in case of wardrobe malfunction or low blood sugar.

then i think we've decided to spend the 4th with some friends here in ohio (in dayton) and then hit pittsburgh for the 5th and 6th and onward to nj for some beach and sun. we have a weekend in nyc then fly out to geneva on july 20th.

new yorkers - what's a good bar (it's been awhile since i've lived there) to tell people to all meet up with us on a saturday night if they want to see us??? brooklyn or les or east village i'd say. unless nyc has really changed since i moved.

athens with sarah till tomorrow
somewhere in the vicinity of asheville, nc tomorrow night
cary, nc with jake and chelsea tuesday and wednesday nights
(thursday we have to get our last dose of rabies and hep a/b at 2pm in cary)
thursday night - pigeon forge DOLLYWOOD
friday night - nashville
saturday and sunday nights - memphis
next monday and tuesday - kentucky with my sister
next wednesday - columbus with my brother
next thursday - mansfield with my parents

turns out i don't have any secrets. hmm.

i'll say this though:

it'll be nice when enough has passed that i don't automatically think, "oh yeah, i remember this thing last time with you" and then feel immediately like someone kicked me in the nutsac. i know that time'll come. i hope a year'll help cause then it's not like all the events that repeat will have the "one year ago" memory associated with them anymore.

i made a new monk's kettle memory that didn't involve me so broken and crushed and crying that i couldn't touch a bite of their delicious delicious food and then didn't want to go back because of the association. then i went back to hmmmmm goodness and friends.

time heals, yo. especially if you work at it.

in the meantime, i wish time would heal my state of inebriation cause i thought i was fine until i saw it's 5am and i'm still awake and i tripped like 10 times on the way to the bathroom. curse you sarah and athens and your sweet tempting spirits! all day drinking tomorrow too. the south hates my liver.

but bless you michael stipe for letting me lay eyes upon you in that bar (and thank you sarah for knowing which bar which night). michael stipe. you may be a lot of things now that don't do much for me, but your band saved my young musical heart. 1988. thanks to adam schonberg and his mix-taping skills - a whole world opened up to my little head and heart and i don't know when or what would have done it eventually otherwise.

gonna shut the eyes and hope the brain joins.

oh um...sweet tea vodka is basically god's semen, it's so fucking good. just thought you should know.

so, i'm in jackson mississippi now. we had a lazy lazy night. walked to dinner nearby, but otherwise just hung out in the motel room (which is a luxury for us at this stage in the game). did some interneting, watched some king of the hill etc. this morning we've also been taking it slow - about to shower then head out of here. our order of the day is:
coffee
visitor center for the driving tour map
driving tour
drive to alabama

i've been using this book:


it's been really helpful in terms of making sure i see the things i really want to see, and also for providing a bit of background history.

last night i watched the glee pilot on hulu and loved it. how could i not when it pretty much ended with a brilliant rendition of don't stop believin'??? a made-for-sharon show as far as i can tell. teenagers, humor, hottness, singing and dancing, misfits etc.

i am behind on gossip girl - need to catch up on that shiznit once i get to ohio. chuck and blaire ftw.

i've read a few other books - when we were camping i read like crazy - went to bed and woke up with the sun. since we've been at people's houses i've read less and slowed way down. let's see if i can remember everything. links to the edition i read cause i'm a dork like that.
hunger point
my sister's keeper
valley of the dolls
the bluest eye
amy and isabelle
working on confessions of an ugly stepsister now

what is your favorite war song?

have been thinking a lot about friendship - in particular the few i've lost in my life dramatically. really only two - and both so different. i might expand upon these thoughts in a later more private entry when i have more time. i can't stop dreaming about this stuff, though. "i'm not ashamed to say i cried for you."

ok, gotta get dressed and get outta here.

busterbenson made a post about how quiet it is around here (lj) and how great that is. i thought about it for about 1 seconds and realized he is totally right - BRING ON THE SECRETS! lj feels cozy like it used to. like it could be a place i would bare my soul and wouldn't feel like i was standing naked in the middle of a high school classroom. or whatever. i can play on facebook and twitter with every human i've ever known, but let this be closer to what it used to be for me (and a lot of us).

anyhow, i'm in new orleans right now, staying with friends, and we head to jackson mississippi soon, after a brief drive through the ninth ward and stop at a plantation that is the oldest recorded home in the mississippi delta.

i'll save my secrets for tonight or tomorrow, but i'd love to try to get back to telling them here. emotions, dreams, hurt. it's all for you! lucky ducks.

xxoo.