I am in here.
Time to not ignore your primary job in life of spreading aforesaid life in electronical format all over your assigned web-page. Meanwhile, I have a free Shabbat ahead of me. I go to see the Psychedelic Furs tonight, across the street at the House of Blues.
I guess I am. Comment spammers found me at my new typepad address, so I guess I’m real. Many definitions of reality wandering around out there… Mine, for the moment, gets to be: If the idiots can find you, you’re there.
I travel to Los Angeles, first class and with a rented car waiting to take me to a hotel on Sunset Strip. I will disport myself there for two weeks before returning home. Much time will be spent with my friends, and a good deal on my own. Perhaps I will even venture to get … Continue reading Westward
Spring is here. Definitely. The nasty winter rain has turned into nasty spring rain. The differences are two: warmer temperatures of the drops the fact that some of them are hitting tree-buds that are near to blooming Not to mention the nicer quality of the sunshine when tis all over. I’ve finalized my LA plans, … Continue reading spring rain
white pebble 