Archive for May, 2007

Comfy

30May07

In 1605, Sir Francis Bacon said, “Man seeketh in society comfort, use and protection.” I am not entirely sure what that means*, but any quote with the word “seeketh” in it must be true, right? Right. We’re going to ignore the quest for use and protection, and just focus on comfort. People, in general, strive […]


Blooper Reel

24May07

Sometimes I have an idea for a blog post, get all excited, start writing it and then realize that I just don’t like it anymore… or that it is an absolute abomination. We all know that some things seem much better in theory than they turn out in reality. Like shower sex. Or democracy. Occasionally […]


Room Cleaning

23May07

A simple act. A simple infrequent act. A ceiling-high book shelf with every nook and cranny filled. Books that run the gamut between “Archie’s Double Digest” and “The Chomsky Reader,” and every stop in between, fill the nooks. The crannies are stocked with memories. And dust. Many of these memories are ghosts of relationships past. […]


One year ago today, I wrote this… ——————– You may remember my story about the day I spent with my 8 year old (9 10 now!) cousin. She is also the twerp responsible for an infamous series of sketches, including “Peter Pooping.”* Let’s call her “the monkey.” Please don’t confuse her with ACN (Adorably Cute […]


This is a story about Jim and Robin. They are strangers. Or at least they were. They are at the same party, but standing on opposite sides of the room. Robin is standing near the door thinking, “I wish there was someone here to talk to,” when she sees Jim. Jim is standing against the […]


For the second day in a row, I am going to start a blog post talking about a dream. Variety is for suckers. Last night I dreamt that I was dating Danica McKellar (Winnie Cooper from “The Wonder Years.) You gotta love spring. My brain — and subconscious apparently — are a little bit fixated […]


When the phone rang very early this morning, I was doing what I would normally be doing at that time… Dancing along to my DVD of STOMP THE YARD. I was just getting to the part where — OK. Fine. I wasn’t really doing that. I was sleeping. And, although the details are quickly fading, […]