Margaret Knows

And it soon begins! TESL work starts next week – I'm anticipating that ... a little nervous because it's a new thing, but our boss said that as long as we don't cry in front of the students we'll be okay. (What kind of advice is that?)

Yesterday involved a little bit of recording with Jeff "the Master" Muir and a lil' bit of Live Free or Die Hard. Ridiculously great movie, ridiculously. Before going to the theatre we listened through the 'Sheraton Sessions' acoustic stuff that we did last week. It sounds really sweet. That huge, wood room warmed the sound right up. Despite my inability to focus yesterday, working with Jeff got me very psyched to get this stuff finished. It has been a year and a half since we naïvely started this venture ... looks like a fall release is acheivable at this point!

On a related, yet completely distinct note; Andy Mckee is awesome. Innovative and incredibly melodic – without fail, this guy brings me pause.


Drifting



Rylynn

Brobro

Moses?
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Chuck and I rode our bikes home after APC's family picnic tonight. It was fun coasting through cool parks and dimly lit streets. Summer nights are so rad.

One trail led us down into a sort of ravine and as we picked up speed, small bugs bounced off my face. Chuck looks back and says, "Keep your mouth closed."

'Good idea' I think after which I hear a laugh from a horizontal couple on the park bench we're passing.

Fod at Work with Chuck

Faulkner-esque Miracle Grow

I love Stevie Wonder and sunshine and guitar. Israel was great! We saw some truly awesome and incredibly old things. My mother was there. Matt has a garden this year. He planted radishes and basil and some other stuff that people don't normally eat. Well, that's not really true. I ate a weed today. Not 'weed'; A WEED. We played soccer in the park today. I rode my skateboard there and laughed when I landed a wobbly heel-flip. I wish Uxbridge was closer - those peeps play soccer too ... for kicks. Couldn't resist. I played guitar for a bit today on the front step and a drunk neighbour came by to sing along. Great. The New Amsterdams rule too. If Stevie was King, they would be his knights ... or maybe just the squires of the knights. But very competent squires.

I can't concentrate. Summer's here and my mind is divided and preoccupied by far to many demands for my attention. Off to a show I go!

Salut!