• Yesterday was the first (and possibly only) snow of the season. The flakes were huge and fell from the sky for most of the morning and afternoon. It was wonderful being out in the weather and then watching through the… more ›

  • Little Baby New Year has been puking and squalling on the doorstep for a week now, and I haven’t yet had the decency to grind his fragile limbs into meal and feed them to the cats. This year I’ve resolved… more ›

  • It’s been fairly easy the past month to be productive and creative when the sun is shining and the temperature has been around 70° F (21° C). Just about ready to start mailing out the Caelum Moor CDs. And the… more ›

  • Finally a time to get away from the studio and out of my own head has come: tomorrow Shayne & I head to the Pacific Northwest by car. We plan to be gone for about two weeks, mostly staying in… more ›

  • So this is how it all ends:  Frankie and his pals crawling back to their respective rooms at 5:30 in the morning after an indeterminate amount of vodka, an unending night of dancing and rozmowa, with lips smeared with the… more ›

  • The past week in Gothenburg has been so tranquil, I already dread the flight back to Warsaw tomorrow morning. I’ve found it difficult to fall asleep at night just because I’m much more interested in staring at the stars outside… more ›

  • There are very few things that are as life-affirming as removing unnecessary things from one’s life, putting necessary things in a box, and shipping that box to your home. That’s the point I’m at as of this afternoon when I… more ›

  • I had my first nosebleed of the season. It’s amazing how awful my body can be sometimes. The pollen is supposed to be particularly bad in Europe this year. Piles of this gunk swirl in giant clumps all over Warsaw.… more ›

  • Happiness

    If you read these pages and think “Oh, what a poor, sad boy!” then you’ve missed the point.  I am happy in a very real and deep way.  For those of you who know me, the (missing) paragraph was unnecessary.… more ›

  • In a field near the airport with storm clouds blowing in and tears in my eyes, complaining about reindeer games of the Varsovian expat crowd to which I am not welcomed (nor invited), I rediscover the magic of myself. Today… more ›