I was eating at the Taco Truck on 45th (on the left before Dick's) with my friend Cate and the guy that was manning the front counter came to sit by us with a chicken Quesedilla. He was pretty chatty and kept on having to run back into the trailer to deal with people and their needs for $5 steak burritos ($5 STEAK BURRITOS!!! You can get a veggie ( Read more... )

We were watching Bill O'Reily flipping out on Youtube when someone knocks on the door. He's from the DNC asking for money. Matt grabs his checkbook and Ian tells him how glad he is that someone is so enthusiastic. Then a pause ( Read more... )

I started off the Summer by spending a week between the Oregon coast and Las Vegas. Oregon was picturesque: we stayed at my friend's parent's cabin, which was a wheelbarrow's walk to the beach. It was obvious that they had been planning to build this house for quite some time as most of the fixtures had been found at antique markets or garage sales ( Read more... )

We got approached by this old woman on the way into the grocery store. She had a clipboard, pen, and a death wish. I signed for the right to die, but I wish they had some young person asking for signatures ( Read more... )

We've been getting a lot of spam at work lately; mostly about enhancing my rod, but this one was originally in French. Curious person that I am, I translated it on Google ( Read more... )

I turned 21 on the 27th; pretty sure that means I win ( Read more... )

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I was waiting in a line that stretched all the way around the University book store, holding three books for a grand total of about $130.00. I knew I was being ripped off: Benito Cereno and The Intuitionist should be around $5 each at a used book store, but we had to get those exact editions because of all the annotations. Also, they didn't have ( Read more... )

I did my book report on Zachary Schomburg because I figured my poetry teacher knew better than my suggestions of Saul Williams or Mike Doughty. The book was so good I bought it. Actually it was even better than that; I wrote an email to it's author and told him it reminded me of a cross between Mark Ryden and A Softer World. A week or so passed and ( Read more... )

I was in a friend's apartment when I noticed an old-looking picture photo of a woman, sitting comfortably in the middle of the usual desk clutter (pens, notebooks, books, a laptop). I asked what it was doing there and he said it was his grandmother. That, somehow, everybody in his family has the same picture of his grandmother. As if it was a ( Read more... )