“What is that sound? Is there an emergency alert on the TV? No, it’s your iPhone!”

As of tomorrow night, I’ll be somewhat uncomfortably ensconced in the Hyatt Regency Chicago hotel — that’s not an invitation for stalkers, but if a dozen roses or a bottle of Bombay Sapphire showed up  [more...]

7:48am. I’m listening to Morning Edition and driving south on 101 in North San Jose. There’s a length of what looks like fire hose in my lane, the second from the right, so I move over one lane to the left  [more...]

When my friend Jon bought a studio loft in downtown DC, I was somewhat disdainful of it — it was so small, just about 800 square feet, just one large room with a separate area for a bed. I knew that I  [more...]