Monday, February 23, 2009


Jen said...

Music is the bridge that connects the distance between us. Always..

It's about 9:40pm here, Herrad, and I'm taking a break from my abnormal psychology studies for my online class. Very interesting stuff.

I'm on this side of today while you're already into tomorrow. Strange, huh?

I'll talk to you again in our a.m.


steve said...

Lovely sentiment.

So glad you've visited the blog of our former neighbors in San Francisco (Sven and Sabine). I really miss living in the Castro. Though it was gay, it was, as our Dallas friend put it, "not so gay". We knew our neighbors. We knew the people who slept on the street. We belonged in the neighborly way. But not in a family way, which is why we are now in Austin.