The Alameda chapter of Nationwide Nautical Nuts, a California-wide boating association, converged at the Fremont Community Center last night from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m. in what turned out to be a most mundane and sparsly attended affair, leaving building attendant, Victor Ronin, with little else to do but count the holes in the ceiling ( Read more... )

Tigré, that's my cat, is mewing. If I had to guess, I would say that her mew is asking for my attention. But perhaps it is commanding me to get my ass outside, make something of my life, and stop worrying about the things that are out of my hands. As it stands right now, my ass is inside and I am looking at this computer screen, trying to make ( Read more... )

No tengo las palabras para decirte que he veido. Solo dijo que mis vecinos arboles son muy bonitas esta noche. He caminado en las calles de mi pueblo. Son las diez y media por la noche. No esta muy tarde, verdad ( Read more... )

Debo hablar en español mas. Ahora, no hablo o escribo en este lengua mas que dos o tres veces cada semana. Tengo que empezar hablando, escuchando, y escribiendo todos los dias ( Read more... )

I have few friends who brave cyberspace at this hour. I am unique in my circle. On the way home I was composing a... well, a compostion. Yes... I have said things like this before. There is no need to rehash. I am here, nonetheless ( Read more... )

These pixles don't mean much to me. I doubt very much that they mean anything to anyone else. These pixles form lines. Some are curved and others are straight. The lines of pixles form words. The words form sentances ( Read more... )

No one is alive at this strange and awful hour somewhere between trains faint whistle and infinity ( Read more... )

I used to throw tiny little pebbles at her tiny little window pane as the train went clickity-clacking by, cutting through the crisp night air. Warmly lit, that window pane was. I would forrage through the dirt by her white picket fence -- searching for the right one, the tiniest one. Shivering from excitement -- excitement as much as the cold ( Read more... )

There are worse things in this world -- indeed, far worse -- than VH1's (or E!'s, or whatever other station's) best of / worst of / blah blah blah countdown shows. The Hollocaust comes to mind. Also, this terrible news of the devistation overseas. 50,000 + dead... FUCK! Surely, there are things worse than these programs ( Read more... )

Yeah... I'm in Maryland. I have a whole lot of time on my hands. I am doing some reading and trying to kick what appears to be an imminent sinus infection. Me thinks I will go on WebMD after this ( Read more... )