And just like that, I’m 39:


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Just a quick update, because in 30 minutes the bosses are coming back early from vacation (so my whole week’s schedule is shot to hell ( Read more... )

It’s Twelfth Night. Do you know where your Lord of Misrule is ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas, all.


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Got the word on my way out the door tonight: I scored a 4.25% raise, the highest percentage allowed by the family corporation this year (basically twice the projected 2010 inflation rate). Yay me ( Read more... )

Elementary, my dear Watson:


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Last Thursday night, despite sheer exhaustion and a to-do list with its own perceptible gravitational field, I went to Precinct Bar in Union Square to see Goli and Box Five, with School for Robots and the Kristen Ford Band wedged in the middle ( Read more... )

I mentioned recently that I’d bought a print from Walter Sickert, part of his Inkdrips project. As far as I can tell, he essentially committed to creating one piece of art a day for a year, and then actually followed through on it, which is admirable-especially since the art is engaging and interesting, and never seems like an obligation ( Read more... )

So a while back, Vietnam Veterans Against the War was sent an advance copy of Bill Ehrhart’s new poetry book, The Bodies Beneath the Table, to review for their newspaper. My father was going to review it himself, but then sent it to me instead. This was profoundly wickers, because I’ve been reading Ehrhart’s stuff since high school, and he was a ( Read more... )

Molly’s party on Sunday night was lovely. I finished decorating a 12-inch layer cake (eggnog snowcake with cinnamon buttercream) with enough time left over to shower, shave, and cook dinner. We’d been getting pummeled with rain (beats three feet of snow though), but I was driving past the apartment right when Val was coming out, so I hopped out ( Read more... )