When I first heard the song “You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go,” I could barely sit through it while it played on the radio. It’s the saddest Bob Dylan song ever, which is saying something, though it is also my favorite. I learned how to play it on the uke once I could …
It’s ranting time again! It’s all inside baseball stuff for travelbloggers, as usual when I get my rant on. If you’d rather have something less ranty, here’s a really old post about taking the Night Watch Tour in Steyr, Austria. Because I have so little time to blog (the irony is not wasted on me), …
I recently upgraded my phone to an iPhone 4s. It irritates me to no end that I am hopelessly attached to this inanimate object and what it allows me to do — find bakeries, pester my friends from anywhere there’s a signal, find obscure facts to resolve arguments. I worked with a woman who used …
I’m still grounded, working many hours weekly on my day job, trying to slap out work for my freelance markets, and if I turn 180 degrees from my monitor, I will see my music stand, an open ukulele case beside it on the floor. While I have some travel writing time carved out in the …
There wasn’t much to the posting. “We’re looking for a female vocalist who can play the ukulele. Here’s our website, drop us a line if you want to know more.” Something like that, I don’t remember the exact words. I answered in as non-committal a way as I could muster. “I don’t know if I …