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Is everyone sick? I slept the better part of the afternoon, but my legs ache like I’ve been doing deep knee bends.

Brian and I are walking down the street. A man walks by in stylized safari getup, including combat boots with the pant legs tucked in, and a wide-brimmed hat.
Me: Do you think he’s a Man in the Yellow Hat fetishist?
B: What?
Me: That man (points exaggeratedly with eyes). Do you think he’s a Man in [...]

My phone gently expired at some point in the midst of Beowulf’s gut blasting shenanagins the other day. I’d been getting this blue screen of death-type thing intermittently when the thing was low on batteries, but this time, it lasted a whole day, and no amount of plugging it in or turning it on and [...]

‘Cause I’m ready.
When I was a kid, I had all sorts of rules about how Christmas had to be (some completely my own, some family traditions. All clung to with OCD-like intensity). The tree is decorated on or after the 4th Sunday in advent (yes, even if that’s Christmas eve). Christmas morning starts before sunrise [...]

Ok, now that we’ve gone there, what was your childhood nickname? And what is this impulse to convert perfectly respoctable names, names chosen very carefully just months before, into schnuzzawuzza puddin muffins?

And this article from the Chronicle for Higher Education explains why not:
“It’s like we have this trick scale… Here’s how that scale works: Self-doubt and negative feedback weigh heavily on the mind, but praise barely registers. You attribute your failures to a stable, inner core of ineptness. Meanwhile, you discount your successes as accidental or, [...]

The Master said, “What the gentleman seeks, he seeks within himself; what the small man seeks, he seeks in others.”

So, I’m reading tonight at the Bazaar Cafe on California St. here in San Francisco, between 21st and 22nd streets. The reading starts around 7:30ish. Ish because I’m coming from work, and god knows how I’ll get there on time.

I form the light and create darkness, I bring prosperity and create disaster; I, the LORD, do all these things.

I walk a lot. Twenty-five minutes to work in the morning, then another twenty-five home, then hither and yon and yon again whererever I need to go (I never learned how to drive, okay?).
And if walking’s good for anything (besides keeping what’s left of my girlish figure intact), it’s ruminating on world issues and [...]