a sleepless night

it's 3 in the a.m. and i cannot sleep. as soon as i put my head to the pillow i start thinking about all of the things that i have yet to do: get a visa to india, coordinate with the folks in india, finish the work that i'm taking to india blah, blah, blah. i try to tell myself that there's nothing i can do about it at 3 in the morning, but the hand-wringing side of my brain  is having none of it.

though i'm looking forward to this trip to india, i want to get it over with. my thirst for adventure is tempered by my children. i don't like being away from them. 

new orleans

i suppose that i must say something on this subject. yet, when it comes to putting "pen to paper" as it were, words fail me. i've spent the last week in a stew of emotions, ranging from bewilderment, to fury, to scorn, to hate.

this government let down all of the united states. and no amount of hand wringing or "yeah, buts" can change that fact. what makes us think we can cantrol countries half...ah to hell with it.

it's official

I'm going to Delhi. I'm going to set up a spot to post pictures and what not.

might be goin' to India

I'll keep you posted.

i found a picture from some archives

it was the brunswick records recording studio. i swear to pete i'll go back and get a current picture. i'm such a pussy.