Jessica McFarland

I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana in the early 1980s.

And then we moved away when I was two. So I shouldn’t remember it.

Well, of course I don’t remember being that young. But I do have plenty of memories of Indiana, most of them in some model of Toyota.

For those of you who are not familiar with the geography of the U.S. midwest, I’ll give a bit of background. A map of Indiana looks like a spider web of giant highways (map below). This is because it is conveniently located between most places and most other places.

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Well, it’s been a while since my last post. Life happens. Whatever.

To be honest, during this hiatus, it wasn’t just life-in-general that was happening: my very amazing and very wonderful parents graced me with a visit to London. They saw the sights and spoiled me in the process, as parents should do occasionally. It was a fantastic 10 days.

It also got me thinking about America. I’ve been living in the UK for four years now, and I only get back to the States a maximum of twice a year. This year I’ve skipped my summer trip, so it will have been at least a year since my previous visit when I get to go back again.
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Here’s a bit more new music. (Now with #11, ’cause sometimes I like to Jobim it up.)

Parallel Lines

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Last night a spider the size of a mouse sauntered across the floor, casual as you please.

It was quickly caught, barely fitting into the largest glass in the kitchen, and released into the garden. Hopefully it cherishes its freedom enough to never ever set foot in this house again.

I use the passive form of the verb ‘to catch’ because I didn’t do the catching myself. I would have, but only after the requisite amount of screaming and shivering had been achieved. Really! I was going to let it go myself. But having my boyfriend do it was just quicker.

Mind you, I wasn’t always so nice to spiders. With maturity, I have developed the opinion that non-human creatures, like humans, have the right to a full life, one that doesn’t end in being smashed under a book. (These rights are suspended in wartime, of course, such as in the on-going Formic Wars in the kitchen.)
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So, I’ve finished another bit of music. This song was begun around New Year’s, when everyone needed a fresh start, myself included. (And I’ve finally finished it now.)

Start Again
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