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.
My reservations — at least, in the airline sense — are complete, and I’ll be winging my way to San Francisco at the beginning of March. It all started with the announcement that the award-winning film [more...]
I climbed aboard the light rail today and headed downtown to nose about. The light rail here is certainly nothing like Metro (or BART), but it does the job. One feature that it does have above the others is a convenient [more...]
Today I came across a gallery of photographs from the great depression on the NPR website. What’s interesting about these photos is that fact that they’re in color, unusual for 1939-43. That was the era when [more...]
