I can’t tell you how many times I have run across Robby’s birth certificate in the last few months. Really, I can’t tell you because I don’t know. But I do know that I’ve seen it more then once, and now that I need it, where the hell is it? I can’t find it. I’ve [...]
In: Quotes
11 Mar 2004You must read and read, and learn to read as writers read, understanding what the writer is doing–just as a would-be stand-up comic (to take a simple example) not only may laugh at the jokes s/he hears but also takes note of how the jokes are constructed, why they work, and how they are delivered. [...]
In: Journal
10 Mar 20047:08 am — Yoga/meditation: 20 minutes It’s cool and foggy, a nice start to the day. In San Diego, morning sunshine means heat later in the day, and I’m not fond of heat. I just might buy an air conditioner after all, when the money comes [two weeks? four weeks? who knows when?] So many [...]
In: Quotes
9 Mar 2004I think I’m going to start giving out awards for great blog quotes, starting with this one. It’s a classic: For nine months I grew a human being inside my belly and then I pushed it out my vagina and now I?m feeding it with my boob. Biology is so fucking weird.
In: Blog
7 Mar 20042000 down, ’01, ’02 and ’03 to go… [so far, NOT so good on the tax-owing front, though--I'm in the hole about $8k] … Rhonda’s new roommates just picked up the last of her stuff… And Mr. and Mrs. Diesel Dan [owners of the twin antique Mercedes Benz's that have made life miserable as they [...]
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.