It’s time to shake things (or “thangs") up a little bit. It occurred to me, as I was lately answering a few questions for which there was NO ANSWER UNDER HEAVEN, that I am a god-damned…
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It’s not like I’m out of words - I’ve got two essays in the can and ideas for a handful more. Verbosity is just oozing from my pores. But sometimes giving free rein to…
You thought I’d forgotten about our little deal, didn’t you? Okay okay don’t gloat, I had excuses, as I always do, but this time they were really good ones - lots of meetings…
1977, England: We were domiciled in gracious but isolated quarters outside of Oxford for six weeks while Dad did research. I’d suffered a sudden precipitous deterioration in my vision, losing…
It’s not like I think that any of you are compulsively stopping by to see if I’ve refreshed the compost here at the Chucklehut, but to the extent you are wondering about the pace of my updates,…
Today I feel like a hard look backwards - not as a path to the future, nor yet as a process of self-discovery and personal awakening… I just want to remember something sweet and fleeting from…
It’s not like I have any particular axe to grind with Dave Eggers. He’s a great humanitarian, a source of resounding joy, and he’s great with the kids. I mean, I’ve…
Got that, Dave Eggers? It stings, does it not! It stings with the cruelty of irony, and the scourge of bitterness, and the awe-inspiring goad of a genius so towering that it cannot read…
Looking back, as I am overwont to do, I see that certain moments of my life were more significant than I’d contemporaneously believed them to be. Even when, in the present experiencing of…
Wow, that last post was excessively self-indulgent, even for me. Which reminds me of a recent snack-time gone terribly out of control. And if I’m going so far as to remember that…
Is… is that you, weary internet traveler? Returning to view the ruins and remnants of what was once a mighty, puissant blog? (And for the record, “puissant” is a good thing.)…
San Fran isn’t exactly a new town by our national standards, where 100 years is a long time and 100 miles is a short distance. The first white-man’s settlement hereabouts was a mile…
No new post for you today. Why? You have two choices. Choice 1:
History, as the blowhards tell us, is the accumulation of coincidental ambiguities. It is the…
I’ve been super-wordacious lately, and I’m still stuffing the notebook with more of it every day. Let’s take a little break and get photographic, shall we? We’ll…
I can hardly believe that I used to read fairy tales when I was a child. My recollection of them is as macabre narrations of deformity, brutality, and malefaction. Abductions and death threats,…
I was doing a little on-line research a few weeks ago and learned that the world had just changed. Maybe it’s not the worst change in history; it’s certainly not the biggest. Still, it is…
Rosh HaShona is a-coming down the pike, which is to say, down the pike down which all major jewish holidays come. It celebrates rebirth, and its symbol is an apple. Puts me in mind of…
"Common courtesies” are supposed to be the basic level of human civility. SUPPOSED TO BE. I don’t know about you but I’m getting tired of waiting for “common courtesy.”…
Not so long ago I had a delightful visit with my wife’s extended family. We don’t see each other too often but not by choice - this is one family that knows how to enjoy a reunion. …
It has been, simultaneously, too long, not long enough, and exactly the right amount of time since I last made free to answer one of our mad world’s innumerable impossible questions. That makes…
Do you know what is like riding a bike? The sort of thing that, once you learn it, you never lose it? The stuff your body holds onto even after years of letting it go? What, I ask,…
Here’s another in my interminable “good start” series, the first bit of a story I have no idea whether or how to finish. I blasted it out in a day or two so I’m not…
I was at the start of something big, and I even thought I knew what it was going to be. It wasn’t LA Law but but that was an obsolete destiny by that time anyway. I’d looked for work…
I know I haven’t been around much, and you should blame yourself. It’s not me, it’s you. You, who keep giving me acutal work to do when I could be blogging at leisure. …
The Giants were in the series 21 years ago when a big quake struck, among the results of which is this blog post. We’re still sorting out some of the consequences of those rumbly days. …
It had been some time since I’d had a noteworthy ride, and I’d started to think perhaps I’d lost my focus. Could it truly be that nothing was going on around me amid those dozens…
Nov 1: The little boy scrambled and scampered, his wavy blonde hair poking out from under a blue cap with an official-looking seal on the front of the crown. The symbol was repeated…
It has been long enough since I gave your eyeballs a bit of a rest with the pretty colors and absence of sesquipedalia, so maybe it’s time to resort again to the photo files. These were…
West Oakland is a tough neighborhood in anybody’s book. All I really know of it is what I see through the windows of the train when I ride through on my way to more felicitous destinations. …
I had so much fun with the photos, and what with the teardown and all, well, I might as well get nerdy on you and lay down some before-and-during shots I’ve nerdstakingly compiled into tidy little…