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.

Fly the famished skies

Okay, so, a few more annoyances from yesterday’s flight to complain about, since it’s 4am here and my body thinks I should be out of bed and getting ready for work. While I was sitting at the gate starving  [more...]

On the Board

First Class Interruptus

So much for first class. Oh, I got to experience the cushy, wide seat for 50 minutes, but when the flight arrived in Charlotte and I sat in my seat waiting to take off again, the crew announced that there had been a  [more...]

No compliments, please, we’re British

I’m getting really, really tired of the unsatisfied British geeks out there — the ones who have insufficient lives such that they must spend every waking moment trashing whatever new take someone has on a  [more...]

No More, You Know

The real pitfall of cleaning house and junking unwanted stuff is that you sometimes run across something that takes you off on a tangent. Today, it was four videotapes I found in a pile on the closet floor. They were  [more...]

It’s in code

Yesterday I opened up the Yellow Pages — by the way, does anyone use phone books anymore? This was the first time I used that book in years — and this is the page it opened to: What a fantastic sense of  [more...]