They threw my tub of Dreyer's ice cream on the building next to mine's roof and Michael generously handed me ten dollars for reparations, but I think I knew it was going to be a night to remember when, as we were all boarding the bus to go downtown, I accidentally threw the ten dollars into the trash can in my left hand instead of the beercan in my ( Read more... )

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Why is it that in the warm months I tune heavily into current events of the world? Could it be working in the kitchen and cutting seemingly endless amounts of panchetta and stuffing infinite amounts of apricots with goat and cream cheese? The radio on, my mind off, the news of the day announced and repeated in the morning, afternoon and on the ( Read more... )

When we arrive at Anna’s with Aldwin and Youn there already and Salvador offers us some chorizo. He is slow going about it and so I ask him when the chorizo will arrive. To which he laughs and says, one day. And having some coke I decide that I haven’t eaten sufficiently, and I’m going to make an omelet so all those who want some raise your ( Read more... )

"Saturday night's going to suck," I told Reed ( Read more... )

Five days before the first tour of French elections. On the streets it's mostly the youth rushing to put up the last political posters for Sarko and Sego. Down by vieille ville a man who seems my age in a courdoroy blazer (in this heat?) hands me a flimsy pamphlet on Bayrou and asks me if I have any questions. Not really, I say, good luck! ( Read more... )

Of the supposedly new book J.R.R. Tolkien book, Salon.com writes ( Read more... )

The time of the year has come ( Read more... )

09.09.05-(9.35pm) People like those who are full of secrets. Since I have no secrets does that mean I am not likeable? Maybe I do have secrets ( Read more... )