dark little heaven
mercredi, octobre 28, 2009
vendredi, octobre 23, 2009
vendredi, octobre 09, 2009
lundi, octobre 05, 2009
samedi, octobre 03, 2009
jeudi, octobre 01, 2009
it's strange how some dreams seem to get the better of you, sucking you in and chewing you up. i crawled out of bed this morning anxious and unable to breathe. it felt so real.
mercredi, septembre 30, 2009
Got some awesome photos of Iz and Anna at the beach from maybe 2 months ago. They're using a few for their wedding website!



mercredi, septembre 23, 2009
jeudi, septembre 17, 2009
"You have to go into an alley, past dumpsters and trash and make a left and you'll find our door with light bulbs around it."
DINNER TIME!
samedi, septembre 12, 2009
vendredi, septembre 04, 2009
mercredi, août 26, 2009
mardi, août 25, 2009
samedi, août 15, 2009
samedi, août 01, 2009
jeudi, juillet 30, 2009
mercredi, juillet 08, 2009
lundi, juin 29, 2009
dimanche, juin 28, 2009
Funny, I wasn't sure about what I wanted. Now I'm not sure I'm happy about where it's going.
Is it pride or did we really want something?
Back to Boston in a few days.
lundi, juin 22, 2009
What a journey. Tired. Awake, unfortunately.
There was a shuttle bus to Geneva, then a train to Paris, then maybe thirteen hours of flying across the world to get here. Far away so close.
The plane landed at about ten or so this evening, and they couldn't find my bags. Tomorrow the meetings begin at nine and I'm probably wearing jeans, a grey t-shirt and purple sneakers. Thank God I didn't wear my bright orange Timber Wolf t-shirt onto the plane. Almost.
Met up with a friend in town and we wandered about for a bit, grabbing a supper that I really didn't need, but the food was amazing and we caught up over coffee and tea.
( Interpol | Next Exit )
In the hotel now with a decent view of the city in an orange peppered darkness. I wonder if I'll be able to see the sun rise from here.
( Au Revoir Simone | Trace a Line )
Every few days I find myself thinking about her and I say no don't, but I do.
Yes a heart will always go one step too far.
Come the morning and the four corners I see,
What the moral of the back story could be.
samedi, juin 20, 2009






































