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Sometime in July.

Tonight, Brian and I headed over to the SF Open Studios opening gala. We ran into and chatted with a ceramic artist who we’d met at last year’s open studios, drank free wine, and best of all, I got to wear one half the bridesmaid dress from my cousin Molly’s wedding last month. Fancy!

Now that I’m a student again, I decided to take advantage of the Mechanic’s Institute’s student membership rate. It’s a nice place to work during the day, and besides, I’m the opposite of Groucho Marx: I’ll gladly join any club that’ll have me as a member.
So, I was browsing the shelves today, putting off working [...]

I’ve never been good with change. When it comes to life’s stages, I suffer from a sort of debilitating nostalgia, preoccupied with missing my yesterdays even as my right nows pass by around me. No year is as wonderful as the one that’s just past, no time as good as five minutes ago. When I [...]

The thing about Twitter is that it’s so darn easy. No moral, no arc, just 140-characters-or-less of undigested now. Which is kind of the way I’ve been living, lately. Is that zen? Have I reached some higher plane of consciousness? Or have I just been watching too much tv?
Whatever. I’ll try to post something more [...]

Brian (for the five billionth time): Sookeh!
Me: Ok, I’m done with the True Blood impersonations.
Brian: Sookeh!
Me: For serious. It’s getting old.
Brian: But, Beel!
(I know, I know. I don’t post for months, and then it’s an inside joke. Good thing no one’s reading anymore.)

Reading Bates’ “Subject Access in Online Cataloging,” I kept thinking of a scene from the movie High Fidelity. The movie, an adaptation of Nick Hornby’s book of the same name, tells the story of a Rob, a record-store owner in his mid-thirties who, to borrow a phrase from Ashby’s law of requisite variety, fails to [...]