I think my car could just make it to Mexico. We'll ditch it there somewhere -- park it on the street outside a bank with a cardboard sign that says, "Back in Ten Minutes" in magic marker, the engine idling ( Read more... )

I should be in bed because I'm exhausted and was up to all hours last night worrying about bird flu, but I'm really energized by the desire to write a manifesto on new media. I haven't hit on the right structure or tone, yet, and I'm probably too tired to do it justice tonight. I'll just jot down some notes and hope my zeal holds out until ( Read more... )

“...her brother-in-law is in the hospital. Well, at first, they thought it was just pneumonia, but now they think he may have The Bird-Flu. Well, I said, (talking over the agitator) WAS HE INSPECTING THAT CHICKEN FARM BEFORE CHRISTMAS, OR AFTER CHRISTMAS, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT...”

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Ahh, Midnight... these dates between you and I never go as we planned. No escapades in abandoned buildings, witness to dark compacts. No jet-set romance or whimsical caprice in the unfettered dark. Just one of us in tattered underwear before a second-hand laptop while the other ticks past, accepting, dignified. But this relationship is ours, ( Read more... )

...I make spreadsheets. If there's one thing I took away from my time among actuaries in Houston, it's a deep and abiding appreciation of vlookup. Anyway, with weekly schedule and monthly budget complete, apartment clean, I'm poised to have my most organized and productive year yet. Roughly the same goals I've been mulling and fretting over the ( Read more... )

The phone rang, and I looked up from my movie. It was midnight, New Year's Day, my darling calling from Independence, WI on her uncle's cell to kiss me as the clock struck 12 EST. And at that very moment, the sky outside my window erupted into a flush of red, as the fireworks began ( Read more... )

I may have a little man-crush on A Softer World's Joey Comeau... and this blog entry solidifiessupports that likelihood. I remember practicing those moves myself as a kid, only I could never get it to look quite right, I assume for the lack of a trench coat ( Read more... )

1055 down, 48,945 to go. Still way behind pace, but well ahead of previous efforts.

I should confess that about 300 of those words were already written, but I won't. (It's okay, I know you'll keep my secret.) Instead, I'll just tack on an extra 300 at the end, if I make it.

As the good Rev. proposed:
( Four Things about me in each category; *things you may not have known
about me.....* )