every time i think about san francisco i get this welling-up of a great sense of wrong. i was wrong to leave there. i was wrong to move here. i should always have been there. where did i go wrong? do i trace it back to leaving for australia? or to spending days upon days upon san francisco days talking to adrian when i should have been establishing ( Read more... )

the good times in san francisco these past days have been so good that i'm not going to even bother writing about them.

i went to an allergist today to get re-tested for all allergens. the last time i was tested was when i was fourteen ( Read more... )

January, 2004:


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in the past month, i have run into three different Wire actors at three different grocery stores. i always chat them up, but nobody else recognizes them! i guess the show isn't as popular around here as the ratings might suggest.

the internet tells me what to do ( Read more... )

VERY delicious-looking FOODPANDA update from guest foodpander Zoha.

today i helped to get my excellent young friend/mentee Ian into the accelerated IB program at the best public school in Baltimore. that might not sound like a lot, but given that it took three fucking months to get an appointment (my stepdad even had to call in a favor with someone) and it only took them five minutes to accept him to the program ( ( Read more... )

there's a hispanic teacher at my school called Oscar Cubillos.

in baltimore blaxpeak, apparently this name is pronounced "kuh-BEE-jiss."

what

oh my god, the new Destroyer is so good that it makes me want to fly off a tall bridge bleeding rainbows