Just As I Thought

Portrait of the Artist

Ah, that day when my friends Sara and Lance and I went to the Hirshhorn gallery to see the Laurie Anderson exhibit, and turned around to discover that we were being followed by… Laurie Anderson.

English as a first language

We all know that the English-speakin’ world is divided by a common language. Luckily, there’s now a translation utility designed to bridge that gap: Babel Bloody lilian gish translates English to its  [more...]

On the Board

Now I know the way

Back in the ancient mists of time, I posted about my desire to return to San Jose, California — an odd desire — to see what the place is like now. (I lived there for about a year in the early 80s.) Looks  [more...]

Dismantling

To do list: Remove second water cup from bathroom sink Throw out carton of soy milk in refrigerator Delete photos of him from mobile phone Delete his phone number from speed dial #1 in the car Train myself to sleep on  [more...]

Static in the morning

Is it just me, or does every program on NPR now sound like every other program? I’ve recently noticed that I don’t listen to Morning Edition like I used to when Bob Edwards was hosting. I used to wake up to  [more...]