welcome.
If you're curious, crazyknee.com is:
a personal Web page (a blog, even) created by Leanne H. Milway. The page was launched Nov. 1, 2000, the day she had ACL/meniscus repair performed on her right leg.
Hence the "crazy knee."
This page will be updated in some weekly way.

29 june 2001 . 02:27 pm PT
Hullo! I'm back from Vancouver (amazing city) and about to head to the southern coast for a wedding weekend extravaganza. Highlights from the past week include the New Pornographers in concert (so! great! the keyboardist licked his own nipple on stage; Neko Case is a trashy rock goddess; the drummer's eyes bug out and his tongue wags as he pounds those skins.) AND a huge outdoor amphitheater performance by Radiohead. Little Thom Yorke! Thousands and thousands of art-school rockers swayed on the lawn to his dreamy noise. I wasn't sold on it, though. It was too big a venue (in my opinion) for their music. But what do I know?

Oh, I do know that one day there WILL BE PICTURES! And just the other day I finally updated my books page. Reading! Gotta love it! Must scurry off now, la la la, love ya oh happy day . . .

22 june 2001 . 11:59 am PT
In a very few minutes I'm off to Vancouver. It's the Knee's first trip to Canada, eh. My parents will be there for the weekend. I haven't seen them since Christmas. Which is frightening. Moving far from home does have its disadvantages ... Other than that, what exactly have I been doing? Well, what else but devoting time to books, music, film, poems, pictures, friends. And all the rest that comes with it, like egg and cheese sandwiches. Mmmm. It's good stuff, this living life in the breezy California sunshine. I recommend it.

17 june 2001 . 11:59 pm PT
My sources claim that some of you are desperately seeking NYC pictures? Uh, well, I've been too SF-focused tonight.

I know this lack of East Coast photos is, perhaps, unforgivable, but what can you expect from a girl that doesn't even call her dad on Father's Day (I fell asleep!)? I know, I know. I'm worthless. *hangs head in shame*

Lame historical story, to accompany the photographs: The firemen, you see, saved the city during the disastrous 1905 earthquake (I hope that's the year; me too lazy to look it up right now). Coit Tower (above the STOP sign) is supposed to look like a fire hose, to honor these noble firefighters. Judge for yourself. Side note: I would like to send out a personal cheers to the fire brigades of the world, because when my flat burned down on New Year's Day 2000? They were quite helpful.

I have a bunch more photos from my day in North Beach. There was some street festival and craft fair thingie blah blah blah, but mostly it was a lot of yuppies on their cell phones:

Slightly noteworthy thing: In this neighborhood? Even the alleys are pretty.

I drank espresso,

before heading home to clever little Cole Valley:

I went to see Built to Spill in concert that evening, and maybe those guys are technically thrilling on the guitar and all, but why why why won't they play the poppy songs, for girls like me who want to dance around?

I did, however, dance around a bit to Bjork's songs in "Dancer in the Dark." Good movie, quite brutal (I only just saw it. Duh.). Another recommendation: Ryan Adams, of Whiskeytown fame. For any alt.country fan, this guy is all harmonicas & love songs, like the best of 'em. Also this week, saw "startup.com", and while I enjoyed the feverish-whispering-behind-doors bit (essential to young businesses), I think the startup I worked at would have spawned a much better story. Ah! There's still time for that . . . highly fictionalized, of course. Heh.

12 june 2001 . 05:08 pm PT
I never even told you how they confiscated my camera at the David Byrne show, did I? Some grungey dude "escorted" me to the coat check room to hang up the beast. It was almost enough to make me angry at D.Bryne. But then he played a song called "Buck Naked" (download it!) and all was well in the world.

Hello.

Look! Here is a very blurry picture of Hazell Withers:

I think she's making that face because 1) I was sticking a camera in her personal space and 2) I was covered in beer. I had just come from the Haight Street Fair, you see,

and there was no way around it. Dirty hippies in sunglasses, drinking canned beer on crowded streets = you will stink.

Father Josh was no where to be seen when we visited the 3-day-old kid (Brooke claims he was "working on the car." That's probably code for "deadbeat dad."). So here's a picture of John with her instead:

In other news, the Knee is still cropping NYC party pictures; here's a sample:

If you still need something to hold you over, check out phonespell.org. It will tell you the fun things your digits spell! Come on, call me at 6-tax-my-0! Also reccommended to fill time between major life traumas, is a click around sweet fancy moses [brought to your attention by Contois]. I'd say it's most definitely The Other McSweeney's. If that means something to you, do it up.

08 june 2001 . 12:19 pm PT
I'm working on pictures from my New Yawk trip RIGHT NOW. I know you're excited.

More exciting: Happy birthday to the Baby Withers! Josh & Brooke are now proud parents of a little female child named Hazell June.

Also in the works: a prayer for the 76ers. Go Philly! Okay, more soon.