The Fractured Ruminations of a Musician, Writer, Artist, Political Junkie, & Very Lucky Husband
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Getting Wood
My love and I are trekking into the deep, dark woods of what might be New Jersey or is probably just an outer edge of New York State, but is--most certainly and most importantly--not New York City.
For a whole week, no less. That's, like, seven days in NYC time.
If any of you get bored while I'm off wrestling mosquitoes, I recommend opening this in your browser and turning on the little flash player at the top to provide some background tunes, then going and clicking on every single link provided by this guy. Good stuff.
Y'all play nice now. Or, if you don't, at least try to keep any spilled blood off the rug.
It's a bitch to get vital fluids off that thing...
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