I don’t go dancing much anymore. Part of it is parking. Part is feeling old, bad neck back ached, past my bedtime and feeling out of element.
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my first sxsw
It was my first South by Southwest, smack in the heart of the beast of roving gangs of musicians and geeks emitting burned CDs like throwing stars, rising.
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New York for a day
Found Anna in her cherished windowed corner kitchen, glowing in the blank bright white of day, parleying with succulents, mending her mane. We et up Chinatown and stomped around SoHo, went to Coney Island to see what Grandma had to say. Oh, the possibilities! The claptrap chasms! Danced the darkness in and away.
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Costa Rica! Part 1: San José
This post covers the first leg, when I was working in the capital San José, with some exploring on my own but mostly touring with university folks.
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Costa Rica! Part 2: Limón
his post focuses on the off-on-my-own, terrifying-crazy-awesome-fun time when I stayed in hostels on the Caribbean Sea.
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dancing in the dark
Over a year later, my knee’s still not the same, but I find myself dancing anyway, in normal/weird places mostly subdued because well because that joint tenses up. Insert something poignant about passion and pain, vulnerability, fear of further injury, but I can’t lie. I don’t like attention from passersby, post-improv dark of night, we’re…
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sirens
What’re you gonna be for Halloweeeeeeen? Hell if we know.
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raincheck
Note the date. The ticket, not torn. First time listening to the latest album, I knew I had to see them before the opening track was done: I dreamed about the few US tour locations with the might of so what, I can do this, do anything, I am an adult! now soon again, Happy…
