Archive for the ‘Summer’ Category
* HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHOLA
Posted on August 23rd, 2010 by admin. Filed under Summer.
* Graceful summer
Posted on August 19th, 2010 by admin. Filed under Pictures, Summer.
* It will (never) get better
Posted on August 15th, 2010 by admin. Filed under Pictures, Summer.
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Posted on July 18th, 2010 by admin. Filed under Film, Live, Songs, Summer.
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Posted on July 11th, 2010 by admin. Filed under Cats, Pictures, Summer.
* “Janet Says” by Jerry Jeff Walker is stuck in my head
Posted on August 12th, 2009 by admin. Filed under Pictures, Summer.
I can’t sleep tonight. Here are some more pictures I took in the desert this summer.
Cave Lake State Park, Ely, Nevada
Horse Camp, White Pine County, Nevada
Horse Camp, White Pine County, Nevada
Red Rock Canyon, Las Vegas, Nevada
San Felipe Desert, Baja, Mexico
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Posted on August 9th, 2009 by admin. Filed under Pictures, Summer.
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Posted on August 5th, 2009 by admin. Filed under Summer.
* Goodbye
Posted on August 2nd, 2009 by admin. Filed under Songs, Summer.
“Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
“Old Paint’s a good pony, she paces when she can
Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
“My horses ain’t hungry, they won’t eat your hay
My wagon is loaded and rolling away
“Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
“Oh, when I die take my saddle down from the wall
Put it on my pony, lead him from the stall
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces west
We’ll ride the prairie that we love the best
Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne”
– “Goodbye Old Paint”, traditional
* Sand
Posted on July 30th, 2009 by admin. Filed under Songs, Summer.
“I’d like to believe
In one thing that you say to me
Would you like to leave?
When I try to talk at all, it all just turns out to be
“Turn on the stove
In the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine
“I’d like to understand
What you think about, why it seems so bad
It’s only escape
From everything I know I’m weak, I know that I’m sad
Turn on the stove
In the little tiny rooms that our friends call a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to my sand”
– “Sand”, Eric’s Trip
Monday, Monday / David Trinidad
Demonology: Stories / Rick Moody
Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration / David Wojnarowicz