I am still so in love with the idea of Dennis and Elizabeth Kucinich. I give her props - I love Kucinich, but there's no way I could go to bed with him every night.


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I think the funniest thing about Huckabee is the fact that, while he has lost all his excess weight, he has a wife who most definitely has not. I watched his concession speech at RIMAC yesterday, and marveled at the Jack-Spratt-esque spectacle, the tiny Kewpie doll of a conservative next to his big blowsy esposa ( Read more... )

How art thou faceless few readers in internetdom? Did you disfrutan your President's Day Weekend? Did you watch the Oscars? Are you enjoying the sunshine?

I am finally finished with the most hellish part of my increasingly hellish research project, aka traipsing into strangers' homes and asking them for personal information. Some things about this I ( Read more... )

I've been tutoring, for the past month or so, at a high school in City Heights. My favorite part is the beginning ESL class; 15 teenage Burmese/Cambodian/Somali refugees learning verbs and eagerly spelling out loud the months of the year. Every week after general class, I read with a 15 year old boy from Burma named Tarnene; he is very quiet, very ( Read more... )

If I were dating my one true love, I would recognize him because he would buy me the 3-foot stuffed frog at Ralph's and a jumbo-sized Mr. Goodbar for Valentine's Day.

Alas.

I dreamt last night that I was in your country. It was dark and I was, inexplicably, leading some of my friends to get gelato in the winter weather. We passed over Arzobispo bridge, then along Providencia. Around the Manuel Montt metro stop I started looking for you. For some reason I didn't have your number, so I irritated my companions by slowing ( Read more... )

At the beginning of our love affair, when all was well, you measured my happiness by the warmth and comfort of my feet. If I looked cold, or tired, or bored, or unhappy, you immediately glanced down and determined it was because I wasn't wearing any socks(!). And so you would run into your room and come back with a freshclean pair that I could feel ( Read more... )

You know what they say: one never believes in karma until it bites one in the ass (AP style!). I'm not quite sure what I've done to deserve mine, but clearly I am reaping the rewards and punishments.

It's not that January 2008 is SO SO bad - it's mostly that it seems intent on reminding me that "Hey! I am not January 2007!" Which is fine, and I ( Read more... )

Demonstrably, watching the Nutcracker 21 Christmases in a row is much more enjoyable when buzzed on Pinot Noir. I think wine inebriation is like a great love: when it is in full bloom all is swirly and great and you are alive and worldly. Then when it is over you feel like five kinds of shit ( Read more... )

Home for the holidays. Mexico was intense. I have a message in my spam folder entitled "if your warrior of love is too small, you may lose this war." True news, clues. I will bet 5000 dollars that in a few days, I will lose my voice - acceptance of the inevitable. Yesterday, Javier sent a (group) Christmas message - "From New York, to my friends ( Read more... )