So I’m still chewing on the stuff I learned last week. “Go with the holy frustration.” “It is easier to go far than to go deep.” “Life is not intended to be…
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Services last week were at the First Congregational Church of Berkeley, because my guys didn’ t have room for everybody at their own place. I wore white - an man’s shirt from india…
so the simple lesson here is that i shouldn’t shoot my fool mouth off.
brian and jon (two dear friends and former housemates; i’ve known them both for nearly 20 years) drove…
CULTURAL ANTHROPOLOGY FOR FUN AND PROFIT
my inlaws are partly polish in ancestry, and they have some old-world traditions that range from the morbid and moribund, to the cool and fun. …
my broken wrist has a name, albeit an undistinguished one. but its still grotesque. …
im back, rebuilt, and far improved. they gave me general anesthesia and encountered a slight complication that required a few more pins, but no external fixation. once i awoke i had a clinically…
i got the ol’ alumni magazine yesterday and there is a lot of information in it about campus, with some cool maps. i love maps, i can spent inordinte amounts of time staring at them. so,…
i think its very cool and honorable that my dad got included in this cool book…
this isn’t really speaking of it - it’s remembering and memorializing.
the room was white, uncompromising
curtains cutting me from them
they stood and fretted by his…
i guess i live in an older suburban neighborhood, for this area anyway. houses went up around 1900 and are thick with local lore, which no one knows or cares to know. there are a handful…
a special note of appreciation for dr. andy and mrs heidi, and their lovely succot party atop the berkeley hills yesterday. for three hours we shmoozed, met new friends, ate ourselves silly with…
shirk, and the world shirks with you; toil, and you toil alone… back at my desk at the organization, and time flies when i have this much fun… flies like a cassowary…
maybe im gonna get in trouble for this but i can’t keep anything to myself. an inexplicably popular toy-distribution and grease-recycling conglomerate…
so much to vent, so little time
just to be perverse, i made a tally. ‘things that didn’t go so well’ won.
things that went better than expected today:
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it’s not unusual to find wallets, empty and discarded, on the greenbelt across from my house. when i found one on friday that was full of credit cards and i.d., i pocketed it immediately…
yesterday phil and tara and kel and i brunched at Q, so we were all blissed out by the time we left. they were kind of tripping out on all…
Dad was opposed to nature and physical activity, except for his weight training in the garage, a spectacle both profound and grotesque in its own right… But already I digress.
Dad was…
things aren’t presently at maximum enjoyment quotient. however, i just opened one of my favorite books to a random page, as i am wont to do, for a sort of read on reality, like throwing…
the grooves in the blacktop can set up vibrations that run through the chassis and sound like a drone. I’d like to design something - have someone do it - that would carve those grooves…
i just read that “Montana’s Libertarian candidate for Senate has turned blue from drinking…
Where to Get a Haircut
A barbershop is just a place where guys go for a haircut. The interaction is clinical, usually wordless. A decent barber hews order out of chaos and bestows a shred of…
Baseball is in the air, bringing the conjoined promises of injury and liability. A few years ago i went to an A’s game and sat about 10 rows in, just past third base. Foul balls were…
I hear that John Lee Hooker, creator of the immortal ‘Boogie Chillin’,’ initially rejected preliminary drafts of that work including, but not limited to, ‘Noogie Chillin’…
Over the last two days I’ve had the opportunity to see two very different sides of the park. Today, at the free bluegrass festival, there were a lot of babies and tots and a fair number…
i’m not that unusual. i’m just like all the other guys who are just like me…
The Night I lost my Balls to Kissinger
Growing up I liked to meet new people and looked everybody in the eye. I would watch them, how their gaze would hold my own; they’d see me looking…
sometimes it’s the little things that get me going… the purple press-on fingernail on the pavement outside the bus station, maybe ripped from a cuticle or having secretively detached itself,…
I guess I’m not the first to feel this way but the bleached jeans thing is getting old fast. When I see a prissy little thing strutting down the avenue looking like s/he hasn’t ever…
what I’ve wound up doing, since I’m having trouble taking notes on the little crap that makes for a good quick blog, is reprinting some stuff I wrote during the last 50 days of 1999, when…