I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
As the plane flew low over the city, I started to get choked up and homesick — I looked down on the city I’d lived in all my life, and wished I was still living in my little house down there in Arlington [more...]
Greetings from rainy, overcast San Diego! I wrote a really long blog post yesterday, using my iPhone. But Wi-FI here is intermittent and flaky at best, and my iPhone fluctuated between useless wifi and slow EDGE, and [more...]
I’ve probably written about this before, but here goes: I’m watching a documentary about the Concorde and it’s last flight, and it occurs to me that this planet is beginning a backward slide, in [more...]
