I wish you could have seen Than rock the house on Monday night. The Shoot the Messenger crowd adjourned to a karaoke bar, after much herding the kittens about the place from the private room out to the front, and we were still unsettled finding seats and places to stash our stuff in the chaos as the books and menus were distributed. I'd never been to such a place, so I was absorbed by trying to take it all in: the regulars seated at the bar and at the nearby tables, the commotion among our... read more

so last night I found myself windsurfing in a river, clear water like I used to swim in back in Oregon, but I didn't need any wind. I could just make a sound like a motorboat pbbbbbbbbbb and it would just Go. I've never been windsurfing but effortlessly jumped swells like a pro and navigated around this big rock, past some poor schmuck who couldn't stay on his board, circled back and down a channel that curved off to the left. Suddenly the water was gone yet I was still moving, down a dry b... read more

no, this isn't a Huxley reference.


i once read or heard something about staring at a closed door. i think it was something like,
"when one door closes, another door opens."

i think it was about lost opportunities, happiness and being fixated on an attachment to an outcome. it made me angry, feeling stuck.
excluded, shut out, staring at a closed door. i think we've all had that experience.
proverbs can be really annoying like that.
lifetimes of experiences condensed into one s... read more

i couldn't quite understand the guy at the bodega tonight. i answered what I thought he was saying, until he finally said,
'how old are you?'

he was asking for my ID because I was buying beer. Didn't have it with me, but when I told him he looked a little embarrassed over the awkwardness. He said something about 'twenty-one' and I'd handed him a twenty; I was confused but when I realized what was happening I just started to laugh.

he sold it to me anyway and apologized.

made me... read more