Bird Gherl's more tears

Sometimes, some things are so sad and unfair that I have a hard time believing in anything.

Bird Gerhl's little tears

The number of my daily visitors is going down. Not that it was ever high (except for the days I check my blog obsessively). I often think about writing, but I never seem to get through with it. I want to write about summer, the summers of my childhood, and how summers should be work-free.

I am listening to Tindersticks and this could not help. Me.

Now Antony. Antony can rip my heart in two.

So I'd better not write, because I'll only write about depressive stuff.

Back from the Pacific

We just got back from a quick visit to the Seattle area, where we visited Michael's extended family. And I really mean extended. There are hundreds of them.

Our friend Bogdan predicted we'd have three boys. We decided to name them Elliot, Roy, and Jeff, after all the troubled musicians that we like.

I haven't slept for 30 hours. And I drank beer.

How to get in without a ticket: TIFF opening night

a plan devised by Cata