My home in Rockford is fairly well isolated from the rest of the world, and without reliable access to a vehicle, I pretty much have to fend for myself out here ( Read more... )

Two months ago, my digital camera broke when it fell out of my cold, distraught hands and hit the parking lot pavement at  an unfortunate angle. On Sunday, my 35mm film camera -- my love of seven years, my travel companion, my third hand -- slid off my seated lap and hit the floor at a particularly unfortunate angle, breaking the lens. Earlier that ( Read more... )

Drew picked me up from the Kalamazoo airport on a whim and drove me out to Lansing for a Christmas party with his co-workers. We ate and drank for free, and the other party-goers were a good bunch, so I was pretty glad not to be stuck at home, alone. He then brought me to his apartment-in-the-making, which was neat, and then we went back to my ( Read more... )

I remember drinking an entire bottle of wine at dinner, almost pissing myself on the unbearably long subway ride home, contorting myself into knots through fifteen floors on an elevator, racing to the bathroom and -- yes, success, minimal mess. Apparently that's a classic New York moment... Fairly drunk but wide awake, I sent Clif an embarrassingly ( Read more... )

I remember reading the New York Times over breakfast, looking out the window, and watching a 900-foot-long aircraft carrier floating slowly down the Hudson River. I said, "You don't see that every day." I also remember reading the following day's New York Times, whose front page prominently featured an aerial photograph of the U.S.S. Intrepid on ( Read more... )

I remember reading for pleasure -- for the first time in months -- for hours. Staying in an apartment filled with a delightfully distracting library, I picked out a lesbian's graphic novel/autobiography, an acquaintance's memoir entitled "Queer for Life at Yale: 1952-1956," and a photo essay about Russia's "lost boys." I devoured them all and ( Read more... )

I remember thinking, in the middle of the Physics GRE, that the test-makers had somehow known exactly how to trip me up, and had written each and every question accordingly. The post-test Long Island Iced Tea did not, unfortunately, make me feel better.

I remember realizing that my housemates and I are becoming the same person, for better or worse, ( Read more... )

I moved into my new home in Kalamazoo. It's the first time I've had a chance to put down some roots (a whole year at the same place?!) in far too long, so I went overboard with decorations, memorabilia, and other personal junk. My room bursts with Burt. I unpacked, cleaned, sorted, placed just so, and it really does feel like home. Now all I need ( Read more... )

After a slight delay, my plane departed from LaGuardia without incident, but about thirty minutes in, a loud bang outside the window woke me up from my nap and sent the plane listing to the left. Then we began to descend. Then the seatbelt sign lit up. Then the captain came on the intercom and announced that they were having a problem with the ( Read more... )

I just updated with a huge entry, and although I normally take precautions to prevent accidents, it was just lost in its entirety. Taking it as a sign, I say fuck this shit.