Fortunately no one really seemed to notice that I almost bit it hardcore on BART this afternoon on my way home from volunteering with IMOW (imow.org, it went as well as could be expected, by the way). There was room to sit down, but I didn't want to have to bend over awkwardly to keep holding my bike, and figured that if I had been able to do it ( Read more... )

In about two hours and forty minutes I will land in San Francisco, the city I will now begin calling home. I’ve decided that being scared about this move is not productive, and have made a conscious effort today to stop looking at it from any vantage point of nervousness.

I’ve done everything I need to do. All of the possessions I didn’t give away ( Read more... )

"How did this happen?" I asked at dinner, more than a week after I had decided to leave my life in Buffalo and move across the country for San Francisco.
"I don't know," Zach responded with a shrug and that kind smile of his.
"Neither do I, but it's a great story."

It's been quite some time since I've wrote in here. A lot has happened, including ( Read more... )

St. Peter will take one look at me,
Shake his head,
And I will
F
 a
Through the clouds
    l
      l
Into the arms of the devil.

"Is there a cuddling equivalent to the blow-up doll? Because that's really all I would need ( Read more... )

I thought I had lost Stella forever.

Walking out to my car on Richmond on Friday morning after staying at Jesse's, I unlocked it and sat down in the front seat, but I noticed something: I could still hear cars driving by as if my windows were open. I looked into the back seats (which had been put down so I could keep my bike in my car) and saw ( Read more... )

Me at the McCain protests I helped organize!!! Here's me on Channel 4, explaining that McCain was using Buffalo as an ATM:

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