On December 5th, I’ll be running through the Castro in my underpants.

I’m probably as surprised as you at the idea.

The Santa Skivvies Run is not a race; runners strip down to the bare essentials and make a mad dash through the chilly streets of San Francisco. Any money we raise goes to the San Francisco AIDS Foundation, to help prevent new HIV ( Read more... )

I’m nervous today. After procrastinating for a couple of months, I have committed to spending a not-insubstantial amount of money on some of the last dental work I need. My old insurance technically runs out Saturday, so I am getting this done at literally the last possible moment. My dentist described the insurance approval as winning the dental ( Read more... )

I am waiting on the electrician to show up so I can let him in. This is annoying. I am waiting to run until the electrician gets here so that I go my full planned distance today. I am waiting to eat breakfast until I can run. This makes me more annoyed. It is hot today, which is annoying already, so the longer I wait the hotter it will be when I ( Read more... )

My nose is running, and I am occasionally coughing hoarsely. My face is bright red, and my white legs are getting stares and catcalls. I can’t see from the sweat coating my glasses and running into my eyes. I gave up wiping it too much because I have a tiny stinging abrasion just under my right eye that I think is bleeding very slightly when I wipe ( Read more... )

I hesitated to post much about Sam‘s death because I knew I would turn it into something about me. But this is a blog, after all-by definition it’s all about me, isn’t it? And on the other hand, Sam never really pulled his punches when he wrote (at least, not that you could tell) so the least I can do in his memory is present my unvarnished post to ( Read more... )

OK, I don’t actually avoid eggs in my diet. However I do try to avoid them when they’re thrown at me.

I suppose my ridiculously white legs in black shorts with a yoga mat were too exquisite a target to ignore. I was late out of the house trying to make a 4pm yoga class at the gym on a Saturday, only the second class I’ve ever taken in public. I ( Read more... )

Last weekend, before going to the birthday party of a friend who is separating from his partner, I found out an old blog friend was about to die. I tried to have a good time surrounded by the affectionate fellows at the party, but really just locked lips with Jose Cuervo and tried not to contemplate how young men shouldn’t suddenly pass away. The ( Read more... )

In black shorts, a black running shirt, black socks and black tennis shoes, my white legs are probably reflecting more light back onto Dolores Park than the windows of the former Norwegian Lutheran Church. I am just feeling the stride of my third mile and about to mount an attack up the hill, which will surely leave me wheezing like I need my ( Read more... )

Just walked into the kitchen and heard a strange repetitive noise coming from the freezer. It sounded very much like it was saying, “Ow…Ow…Ow….” I opened the door, reached in and freed the metal arm of the ice maker, which was being held down by a big block of ice.

It stopped making the noise.

Had it actually sighed in relief like I expected, there ( Read more... )

At Adobe’s San Francisco office in a room full of Photoshop gearheads…er, I mean, professionals. Kind of neat, actually, though I still want to find someone in the Flash group and ask them why it’s so crashy. Pretty cool that my friend Courtney and her studio have set this up.


( Read more... )