sign the brand-spankin'-new guestbook... farewell to uncle duke ~
February 21, 2005 - 2:48 a.m. almost three a.m., and i'm fighting with myself again.
the old-school guestbook archives
my amazon wish list...
my favorite astrologer...
my favorite artist...
yerba mate revolution!
erowid: a travel guide for interior journeys...
no more war:
MoveOn.org
United for Peace and Justice
True Majority
seek the truth:
Common Dreams
Unamerican Activities
The Nation
people I adore, diaries I read:
rev.raikes
ariana
cubiclegirl
epiphany
glitter333
laurakay
wammo
the music:
the asylum street spankers
backyard tire fire
blue highway
bill camplin
wendy colonna
freedom tribe
joules graves
guy forsyth band
hamsa lila
hanuman
libby kirkpatrick
leftover salmon
pamela means
medeski martin & wood
the motet
the nice outfit
nickel creek
open road
rose polenzani
railroad earth
south austin jug band
string cheese incident
taarka
tha musemeant
the devil makes three
tim o'brien band
trolley
wild sage
keller williams
yonder mountain string band
tooth and nail, fists and feet. over the writing project i'm not working on just now.
but will be, before the sun rises, if i've got anything to say about it. it's been too long since i've had this fight, and it feels good, in spite of the bruises.
i've been complacent about my silence for much too long. i've been losing faith in my gifts, and long ago that thread of identity labeled writer slid through my fingers.
it's time i took it back.
it's time i wrestled with words again, with my own weary complacency, became reacquainted with my own restless burning desire to make a space for myself in this world.
it's three a.m. and i'm hopped up on sugar and the black coffee i'll regret by morning, like the twelfth hour of an acid trip. hunter s. thompson and sandra dee are dead, and i'm fighting my own damn laconic nature.
'bout damn time, too.
(((rings)))