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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






...the ones I love best...


because road is a spicy grit at the back of my throat... ~ august 18, 2001 - 3:08 p.m.

it's been way too long, I know... I've been a bit too busy living my life to sit down and write about it. there's also the problem of where to start...

entirely too much to tell.

I'm getting ready to head back out on the road (again!? oh, yes...) --finally heading out east to connect with all kinds of people I love. ozone is coming with me... ozone being a new boy and a huge part of the great big story I need to sit down and tell any day now. we're going to iowa, wisconsin, pennsylvania, vermont, maybe new york... and who knows where else we may stop. drop me a line if we should come see you...

life is good, full of change and amazing things... I'll tell you more soon. really.

previously... * and then...



(((rings)))