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Tonight was a pleasant blend of getting my twang on, drinking table wine in a late nite caf in 1920's Paris and watching dumbfounded as a witch scrambled for a calendar, mumbling to herself about the moment's astrological significance. Sadly my retina-cam was inoperable, so I can only share with you this much ...the audio might have been salvaged for one segment, but nothing is for certain until the technicians have had a look at the damage. So without further adieu...



...a shamefully small sampling of these past many hours' worth of random bits of exquisite surreality



<orphaned post-it note folded into quarters and left on the bar until it caught my attention as I awaited my drink>

"that woman had a..." <flip over> "...trachiotomy" (sp)



<a suddenly clear snippet of conversation rising up out of the drone of the crowd>

"...big gay steve had more than one fall tonite..."


beautiful music to drive around the rainy backroads at 4am


<waiting for me at home form a roused laptop>



scrape that toast boys


...and a heartfelt cheers to the ladies, both bold a superbly subtle... their charms were as enchanting as they were flattering and endearing

...yeah indeed, the stars spiked the air with something fun from the top shelf tonight