Currently reading Confessions of a Tax Collector: One Man's Tour of Duty Inside the IRS by Richard Yancey. I find it quite enjoyable, as I did Scott Turow's One-L (memoir of his first year at …
Dave, my grey goldfish, died yesterday. Leonard and I buried him in my backyard. I hope he did not suffer too much in his death, and that I helped him live a happy life while …
Dave, my grey goldfish, is dying, or at least very ill. He was lethargic this morning, floating sideways, getting caught in the fake plant. I isolated him and did what I could, but by the …
At a BART station, birds have nested on the stanchions, and I saw an egg.
I spent my first 21 years hating shopping for clothes. I still find shopping laborious, not fun. But recently I've begun dressing more professionally for work as part of my "don't work in customer support …
The Religious Policeman, Saudi Arabia's Salam Pax, has read Garrison Keillor.
Sometimes people offer to me, say, a chance to go out and do something with them, or to share a dessert, and I refuse and say "have a good time." Leonard pointed out to me …
Some NYPD officers have little magic boxes, okay, special cell phones, that automatically connect them to call centers where the operators speak lots of languages. That way officers can communicate with who don't speak English, …
Grumpy. Last night I dreamt that I wanted to go back to high school to brush up on math and foreign languages, but the teachers would recognize me and tell them to stop wasting their …
