5 Jul
On Saturday morning, Meg and I spontaneously decided to have a Fourth of July party. We do have a back porch, after all. And when Rob stopped by for breakfast, he offered the use of his grill. Really, it would be criminal to not have people over. With no further ado, the top 10 things we learned from this event: (more…)
3 Jan
One of the highlights of each week is the commute to my therapy session. The bus I take winds through Chinatown at a snail’s pace, which allows me to observe scenes unfold among the hustle and bustle. Unfortunately, my therapist moved to a new location that requires a comparatively boring train ride. (more…)
12 Oct
Tonight I crutched my way down to the Latin American Club, where the ceilings are high and the drinks are stronger than you’d expect for $5.50. (Since I drink rarely, I enjoy good value for my dollar.) Dorothy was in town for Jauntsetter, and she and Eric had been out together already. They were there when I arrived, but I got held up at the door by the ID checker. He was very chatty — “Oh, how’d you hurt your leg?” and so forth — to the extent that I was about to ask him if he needed to see my driver’s license. But as it turns out, dude wasn’t checking IDs at all! Sneaky. “Well, I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but that cast is really cute,” he said before leaving the bar. Immediately, unfairly, I thought, “Oh no, you’re part of that online community of cast fetishists!” Then, to make matters worse, Eric called me out by my full name, which means that Fake ID Checker knows who I am. Latin American Club guy, if you are reading this, I am sorry if I was weirded out, but I thought you were looking at my cast in that way. I thought you might be a crutch-loving man who furtively snaps photos for online forums. (Fora? Enh.) (more…)
Writers write. Lazers laze.
My mother is trying to get me pregnant.
The ideal city is one called Portberlyn.
Losing San Francisco’s man in black.
In which my mother assumes that “news” means elopement.
