. . . and happy blurghyversary to me. Today marks the Leather Anniversary of this journal. Ooh la la.
I’d originally thought I’d finish up one of the difficult posts I’ve been cudding for the past several months in honor of the three-year mark, but I shot my wad commenting on Dooce’s five-year anniversary post (me […]

But really, y’all, I don’t see how in any remotely just universe I could be sick AGAIN. I hadn’t even gotten rid of the cough that’s been my closest companion since January, but I knew the signs weren’t good Monday night, when I crawled under the duvet and couldn’t get warm while little gnomes drove […]

It wasn’t altogether great, since Doug’s been getting further under the bad, fevery, can’t-hear-out-of-one-ear weather, and I might as well still be smoking seeing how I can’t shake this deep, bronchii-bruising cough. I’ve been sleeping a lot, and consequently have had some especially vivid dreams: ones where tooth upon tooth falls out over the course […]

I know I haven’t posted anything about the amazingly rad show we saw Valentine’s evening by the Undertow Orchestra (David Bazan, Mark Eitzel, Vic Chesnutt, Will Johnson, and a very talented guy on keyboards and violin who I swear looked like Dan Pussey from where we were sitting), but that’s mainly because I did something […]

I suppose five days later is better than nothing. The article gives a bit more detail about the cause of the crash.
Four injured on coffee break
Cambridge Chronicle, February 16, 2005