I don’t go dancing much anymore. Part of it is parking. Part is feeling old, bad neck back ached, past my bedtime and feeling out of element.
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my first sxsw
It was my first South by Southwest, smack in the heart of the beast of roving gangs of musicians and geeks emitting burned CDs like throwing stars, rising.
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New York for a day
Danced the darkness in and away.
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Costa Rica! Part 1: San José
This post covers the first leg, when I was working in the capital San José, with some exploring on my own but mostly touring with university folks.
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Costa Rica! Part 2: Limón
his post focuses on the off-on-my-own, terrifying-crazy-awesome-fun time when I stayed in hostels on the Caribbean Sea.
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dancing in the dark
Over a year later, my knee’s still not the same, but I find myself dancing anyway.
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sirens
What’re you gonna be for Halloweeeeeeen? Hell if we know.
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raincheck
Note the date. The ticket, not torn. First time listening to the latest album, I knew I had to see them before the opening track was done: I dreamed about the few US tour locations with the might of so what, I can do this, do anything, I am an adult! now soon again, Happy…
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monstertime
Spring is come. I show my body who’s boss.
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we came down from the north
I went to Portland, gosh it happened fast.
