Jazz at Massey Morning

Le producer of magic and sound: (not the burro)


Here is the breakthrough.
I am riding my money as far as it can stretch so that I may go on living this way. Lifestyle: searching for jobs that are worth my effort, settling for nothing, creating, vinyl after vinyl after vinyl after vinyl, being a part of an amazing trio of women, etc.

Whoops, I am falling in love with this coast of humans!Hooray!

Meeting a lot of people from Santa Cruz has struck an interest in visiting. Although nearly 12 hours away, I think this destination was meant for my arrival.

Salt Peanuts!

Here are pictures of my house. This location is the primary source of my happiness and daily social interactions or (social) crafting/dancing:

My housemates owns this:


I ran into the guy who is fixing my record player (as commissioned by Mississippi Records) and he may come to Craft Night soon. Gosh, what a small town this city becomes! Now he is telling me if I don't want that stereo system anymore he will just call me when a super groovy (or green) Crosley comes his way.

Ahhh, the joy of material possession!

I am realizing I left my grandmother's beloved gloves in the root cellar last weekend.
Bummer, as they say.