I have spent the last twenty minutes amusing myself by looking at the mugshots of protesters arrested outside the Democratic National Convention in Denver and guessing at their respective motivations for protesting based entirely on their appearance and listed hometown. The dreadlocked hippies from Seattle, Eugene, etc? Probably anarchists ( Read more... )

Everyone should wish Pookie a happy birthday. Today. Or a year from today. Or get a time machine and go back exactly one year, then deliver your wishes.

Happy birthday, Pookie!

I had a lovely time visiting the midwest this last month. Big thanks to all those people who provided me with a floor, couch, or guest bed, as well as food and laundry services. I wish I'd had more time to spend with everyone (well, almost everyone), but them's the breaks. Anyway, I wouldn't want to wear out my welcome ( Read more... )

I'm getting worried about all y'all in the midwest, especially Iowa. Happily, Dannye has confirmed that the fam is all okay (thanks, Dannye!). Still, the rest of you Iowans and tornado-dodgers in Minnesota: how's it going? It's uncomfortable to hear about all this going on from way out here and not be able to help at all ( Read more... )

Michigan can be diabolical. She can be mean. She can be vengeful. She can be all of these things and more, particularly when she's lonely ( Read more... )

I am getting old.

Whoever chooses the music for the grocery stores here keeps Rickrolling me. Both Safeway and Albertson's have been playing "Never Gonna Give You Up" the last three or four times I've gone shopping. This must end.

Then again, I kinda like it.

I owe several people deep and meaningful emails. I'll get around to it. Sorry about that.

So, I guess I should follow up on my previous entry. I appreciate very much the comments and voicemails I received, even if I didn't respond to them. There's been a strong sense of simply wanting to be done with the matter. If I focus on it too long, I start to realize what a grand impasse I have reached. I feel like the best of my life is ( Read more... )

Well...guess I'm not going to grad school.

I'm not as disappointed as you might expect. It's likely that I'll expand on this later, or at least plan to and not follow through, like I do with everything else.

There is nothing more wonderful than taking residents out on the town with only oneself to look after them. Here's what happened Monday ( Read more... )