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9.30
I'd like to think that this is a shot of troops returning home from Iraq, but it could be just crates of rubber dogshit inbound from Hong Kong for all I know.
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9.28
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9.27
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9.26
This band is just flat-out awesome. Go to their their web site and listen to the song "Iris" (it'll be in the pulldown menu at the top of the page). The long spacey jam in the middle is wonderful wonderful wonderful. I want a twenty-five minute long version, on vinyl, dammit.
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9.25
There was a benefit at the Fine Line yesterday for Mercedes Gorden, who survived the bridge collapse but sustained severe injuries to her spine and lower body. I was there to photograph Coach Said Not To who played along with several other great local bands. Anyone interested in providing financial assistance during Mercedes recovery can do so here, or via PayPal
(ID: almostredd@hotmail.com).
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9.24
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9.23
At the zoo with Lori, Melanie and Sam for a picnic and a stroll yesterday. Made this for Sam's bedroom wall. He loves giraffes. I realize it's poorly focused, but I don't mind that. There's a dreamy quality to it that I hope matches nicely someday with Sam's fuzzy chldhood memory of the first time he went to the zoo.
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9.22
It happened very fast in front of me as I was out walking. He shoved her to the ground and they wrestled for her purse. She clung tight and I shouted I was calling the cops. He heard me and gave her bag two more hard yanks and then fled empty-handed into the street. I helped her up and over to the payphone. Once the call was made I sat with her while she waited for the police. Her name is Patricia Yellow Hammer. She was shook up but uninjured save for a scuffed thumb. To pass the time and take her mind off her troubles we had fun making some pictures of random people, and by the time the cops arrived she had her smile back.
This post created a small tempest in the internet teapot. Discussions in the comment threads of BoingBoing and MNspeak were quite lively.
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9.20
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9.19
A real sight to behold, this one. The rays - these enormous slats of light - moved and changed, sometimes suddenly, with the crawling sun. People stood speechless or took pictures. Somebody joked that Spielberg must be filming nearby. It was incredibly beautiful.
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9.14
Blasting Kan'Nal on your stereo alone in your apartment leaves you feeling exhiliarated, fulfilled and spent. There's an afterglow and you want to smoke a cigarette. It's that outstanding.
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9.13
Nothing sets a fiddle on fire like a combination of talent and joy. Allie is full of both when Cornmeal plays.
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9.12
Kan'Nal is my new favorite band, bar none. Go to their website and listen to the song Desert Flower. Holy shit.
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9.11
Jen is an old friend from the beach.
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9.10
My son Joey invited me out to Harvest Fest over the weekend. At a glance it's just another tripped out hippie festival, and to many of the college kids who show up that's all it is, but there's more than enough genuine free-folk there to spread the love around. Happiness abounds in every direction and you can tune into it.
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9.6
Driving down to Austin today for Wade's funeral. I feel sad but I believe that each of us is born with a full tank of love. It is the core of our being, and at the moment of death we collapse into that core. Whatever love we've still got there, or however much it has grown, we get to keep. So chin up.
If you've come here looking for pictures of Wade, shortcuts to those pages are provided below:
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9.4
My friend Wade died swimming Friday night out at Lake Sweeny. He was like a big kid in all the ways that are great. Playful, funny, creative and talented, he made any situation worth being in. A devout hippie, Wade loved everyone and worked hard to make sure everyone knew it. His passing leaves a huge hole in the hearts of many.
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9.3
Adam Duritz onstage with Counting Crows at Midway Stadium last night.
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9.2
Thank you Katy for the piano, and for recruiting a crowd of people to help wheel it six blocks down Franklin Avenue back to my place with you playing it the entire way. That was so much fun!
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9.1
Bartender counting his tips. He smiled saying that the shirt was a "gift" from his girlfriend, obediently sported.
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