A mildly frustrating occurrence: I have been watching M*A*S*H fairly obsessively in my spare time for the past few months. I keep buying successive seasons of the show on DVD when I finish the ones that I have. This morning I tore open a used copy of Season Eight only to find that it contained the discs for Season One. I no longer have the receipt ( Read more... )

I saw an exhibition of Nan Goldin's work at the RISD Museum with Greg. At the very least, it was deeply moving. At the very most, it may have changed my life.

Upstairs neighbor is capable of shaking the walls of my living room and office as well as my bedroom. At least the gal that he is with sounds like she's enjoying herself.

My upstairs neighbor's sexual activity is so vigorous that it shakes the walls of my bedroom. This is less a testament to his prowess than a testament to the dilapidated state of Rhode Island housing. The more likely testament to his prowess is the shrieking of his female companion, which I couldn't detect a few nights ago when the little ( Read more... )

I did, in fact, bake a cake a few days ago:

( America! )

I think I'll bake a cake.

Okay, so I guess I live in Rhode Island now.

Yesterday when I was in the final stages of picking up a rental car to go buy furniture for my new Providence apartment, the on-duty manager thrust the paperwork through the car window and cheerfully asked me to put my "John Henry" on the line one last time in order to indicate that the car left the lot with no discernible damage ( Read more... )

I am reluctant to say that I am home. Japan had become my home, and I am not in Japan (and oh, how sad it makes me that I am already speaking about the country in anything other than the present tense). I am--after a week in Thailand, a long flight from Bangkok, a long layover in Seoul, and a longer flight to Seattle--in the States. I am ( Read more... )

I don't know how they managed it, but they finally invented a country without a single souvenir that I want to buy.