Monthly Archives: May 2004

Since sometime in the fourth quarter of last year, I have largely avoided any political references, commentary, links, and such on this here blog. Mainly I stopped because my partner in blog, xtina, commanded the cesation of such ranting, due, i think, to the fact that there are so many excellent other sources for that [...]

I am so happy to be blogging! this! right now. I don’t know how much more perfect my life can get right now! (Hi Joe

Sacramento is the New New York

Yes, it is just a hollywood marketing campaign, but I love it: Twelve is the new Eleven

Life is short, or so I am told. I spend a lot of time and energy worrying about how I’ll be remembered. Really. I actually worry about that. About how, when I’m old or dead, people will recall me – if they will recall me at all. It’s not a thing where I feel like [...]

In an otherwise mildly interesting review of Troy, Stuart Klawans takes a stab at the Iraq/Trojan war analogy: How will it strike people that in this telling, the victorious invaders are a rapacious monarch and a self-infatuated killer, while the losers are on the nobler, more humane side? Ouch. That hurts.

Nasty old man. But you know natural light is the best for seeing clearly and his old shrew of a wife makes him clean up after himself at home when he tries to maintain his dignified appearance, so instead he feels the Muni Maintenance crews should have to pick up his, uh, shavings. Yuck. Click, [...]

So I was riding the bus the other day, like I do, to get around. Don’t really remember where I was coming from, but I recall that I was heading back towards North Beach from downtown. Well, I was sitting in one of the seats where you face sideways. I hate those seats. Anyways, I [...]

So the other day, I was walking to work, right? And I was walking down the street, down Columbus, and I noticed these two girls crossing the street – a ways ahead of me. And for some reason, I just totally lost awareness of my environment, my surroundings. I just started thinking to myself that [...]