The Seam and the Hole April 28th, 2008 @ 6:13 am PDT
When the barista at Starbucks handed me my coffee this morning, the hole in the lid was directly over the seam in the cup. This, I have come to learn, is a recipe for disaster. If the hole is within a centimeter of the seam you are almost guaranteed to experience “coffee drip” on your […]
A Saturday Night Memorial February 10th, 2008 @ 9:36 pm PST
One of my wife’s friends died a few weeks ago. He was only 41, a manager in the music industry, and he had battled cancer for a long time. His wife held a memorial service — a Catholic mass — on Saturday night, and hundreds of people attended. The mass was held at a smallish […]
Blogger Insider December 18th, 2001 @ 1:02 am PST
I’m two weeks behind in posting my Blogger Insider questions and answers. I suppose I owe apologies to Jaz and Mike. So, without further ado … Here are the questions Mike asked me and my answers:
News September 16th, 2001 @ 4:44 pm PDT
This article, The Images That Won’t Let Us Go, is painfully true. The Challenger explosion seems like nothing to me now. This is just so much. You don’t even need to say it. Everyone knows. Everyone in the country, in the world probably … You can just say, “Did you know anyone there?” Or, “Have […]
Earthquake September 10th, 2001 @ 12:20 pm PDT
So what’s shakin’ in your neck of the woods? Apparently the San Andreas decided to wait exactly one year to welcome me to California.
Big Deal August 21st, 2001 @ 2:14 am PDT
I surprised myself and actually accomplished quite a bit tonight. Gears are spinning. Wheels are in motion. Things are happening. What will tomorrow bring? … wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door … who is it for?
Crappy Meme August 9th, 2001 @ 1:52 pm PDT
I don’t know about it being a meme, Ernie, but compare this to this to this. Sucks, no?
Lopez July 23rd, 2001 @ 4:53 pm PDT
In which another date passes without fanfare
Walking Backwards July 16th, 2001 @ 4:00 pm PDT
breathing deeply, walking backwards – blink 182, Roller Coaster It scares me, walking backwards. When I was a little boy I used to walk with my eyes closed all the time. I would press my back against a wall and stretch my arms and close my eyes and creep along, always excited to find a […]