The word soda is oddly poetic. Transcendentally silly. Soda. 2 liter of soda. Can of soda. A friend of mine was given a record for one of his childhood birthdays by his grandparents. It was a birthday song that you could insert any name into. For his grandparents it was a unique and specific gift. […]
November 23, 2011
This is how it is. How it begins. Late night boredom. Sleepless. If you saw me you would believe I was asleep. I have the correct signals. Covered in blankets. Eyes closed. I can pretend to snore. Play out random sleep ticks. But I can feel my heart. Stressed chest muscles. Sore from lifting, but […]
November 22, 2011
I do my best to not make fun of people. I know that calling someone a douchebag doesn’t help anything. No one benefits from that. But right now I kind of want to. I look above and see Mr. Fieri and there’s a voice inside of me that just says, “What a total douchebag.” I’m […]
November 16, 2011
In the last week I’ve had various strangers at my door. They come selling photocopiers, insurance, steaks, fish, various cuts of meat, and water softening equipment. I’m no good with solicitors. They make we sweat and want to curl up and die. On the phone it’s easy to tune them out, say no thank you […]
November 14, 2011
Saturday was spent in Palo Alto in the warm company of ESPN Game Day and a crowd of strangers. We got tickets for the Stanford game from my wife’s cousin who goes to college at Oregon. He has a job with the school driving the band’s equipment from game to game and he got us […]
November 28, 2011
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