Dreaming of a White Out Christmas

Maybe it’s having my Diego curled up in my lap. Maybe it’s the introduction of a slick new iPod. Could be the new shirt I’m wearing. Or maybe it’s because it’s a beautiful 69° and  [more...]

I have a vision of San Jose burned into my mind, the way it was back in 1982. What’s really amazing me here is not what’s changed, but what’s stayed the same. At the corner of Branham Lane and Almaden  [more...]

After a cat nap of an hour or two — I’m not quite sure because, as in the earthquake, time seemed to lose all meaning — I’m feeling much less freaked out and much more contemplative. When the  [more...]