Tale of the Type

My Dad’s basement also served as a rec room for many years. I learned table tennis and darts in this basement and would late use it as a jam space for myself and a few other musicians who would come down to the house and rock out. One of my earliest memories of hanging out […]

Notebooking

Strong cups of Earl Grey never fails to move my brain cells, and then the keys in front of me. For nearly a year I have been keeping a tattered dollar-store notebook tucked into the worn folds of my wallet. I have learned the hard way that keeping something to write¬†on handy has become very […]