The Keillor intro: Leonard assures me that I didn't flop. But I think most of the audience didn't know or care that I spoke in abcb iambic pentameter. Well, no one booed me, at least, …
A very transit-y day. I've taken BART, I've bought an AC Transit pass, and I biked to the polls to vote. I'm an ad for Carfree Living. Tonight's The Keillor Poem-O-Rama, I guess, and I …
Very odd dreams recently. Sam Seaborn/George Stephanopolous in love with me, chopping kale (Pauline Kael?) on a picnic with Garrison Keillor, that sort of thing. In other news, I am trying rather hard to figure …
I tore through almost all my packed-up clothes looking for the ingredients for a costume, any sort of costume. Failed dot-commer? Too hard; I'd have to hold a cell phone to my ear all the …
Thanks to Adam, Leonard, Nandini, Yasmine, Michael, Devin, and luck, I am now moved in. Modern plumbing, a larger room, a better location, broadband internet access, and no cats! Whooeee! I celebrated by eating pizza …
A recent New Yorker "Talk of the Town" item: Some earnest artists made a snowglobe that contains a tiny John Ashcroft and plays "White Christmas." It passed through many hands, and now it belongs to …
I'd advise you to avoid catching a cold just before Moving Day. It's just so darned inconvenient. Yesterday I started moving stuff in earnest to my new place. I stopped by beforehand and ended up …
I read Midnight's Children. I read Cryptonomicon. And now I've read Michel Faber's The Crimson Petal and the White. And now I say to you that a modern author who dazzles you with his witty, …
I'm moving soon. Argh, I feel burned out already. I have to be out of my current place by Thursday night. I'm borrowing my sister's sedan Tuesday and Wednesday, and hope to be all but …
These last few nights I've been dreaming West Wing characters. Yet consultation between G.W. Bush and Leo McGarrity is less plausible than last night's invention, a marriage between Britney Spears and Sam Seaborn. You see, …
