[Nobody move]Well, I just found out that Hunter S. Thompson shot and killed himself. How very sad and unfitting. I thought for sure he would go out fighting, ranting and raving until the end. I wonder if the Bush victory of ’04 pushed him over the top.
[This little red book knows]Kristin, Nick, Brandon, and Rachelle (the new photo editor) paused for a bit during their trek to Louisiana. We ate fatty barbecue at Neely’s on Mt. Moriah Road. It was good to visit and catch up. It’s been a while since I’ve seen people I know, and I miss them so. Then I read that they blew a tire in the wasteland that is Mississippi, and hung my head in pity.…
Anything you can do, I can do betterSalon has an interesting bit o’ commentary about the recent gender stereotyping by sexy, sassy Harvard President Lawrence Summers and the unfortunately coincidental ousting of HP’s “high-glass” CEO, Carly Fiorina. “I am part of the first generation to be told that girls can do anything boys can do. Yet the truth is, it’s still hard for women to reach the top echelon of many professions. Nevertheless, I would…
[We know who our enemies are]Apparently the only thing that can get me out of bed before 8 is a stomach ache. Squick. I enjoyed my two days off. I didn’t do much, naturally. I really wanted to go downtown and eat somewhere on Valentine’s Day, but I never could convince Phil that we should leave sterile suburbia for the one-way streets and parallel parking of downtown. He said he didn’t want to take his…
[Git-R-Done & Yee-haw, a tale of two lovers]Been sort of sitting around half-watching a Cheap Trick video marathon. Things have been pretty low-key this week. We searched in vain for the Camino Real equivalent, but were burned by El Patron. They got my order wrong and their taco salad fajita sucked. The bar is probably too high, but there’s no reason to lower it now. We can never again go back to eating mediocre Mexican.…
[Our first roach]
[Lie and wait in altered states inside] The funeral and visitation went smoothly. Even in the face of profound loss, my family manages to be loud and boisterous, laughing and cutting up when possible. I’m sure people must’ve thought we were being insensitive, but we’ve never really been the kind of family to care what people think, so it doesn’t matter. We cope how we cope. I wasn’t sure if I would get all emotional…
[Miss her already] My grandmother died tonight at around midnight. Most of the family was with her, thankfully.
[If wishes and buts were clusters of nuts, we’d all have a bowl of granola] The job is still going well. Tonight I got to lay out some live pages. It was a little stressful, suddenly trying to remember all the stuff I’d been told while the people who told me the stuff stood over my shoulder. But that’s sort of what you do when you’re new: sweat a little bit. Anyway, by the middle…
[Perfectly symmetrical violence won’t solve anything] We have internet now. And lots of ghetto cords connecting the cable modem to a far wall. Why is it that apartment architects have massive brain farts when plotting cable outlets, placing them in the most inconvenient places possible? I can see them brainstorming in their grey little offices: “You know, if we put the cable outlet inside the fireplace, everyone wins.” Yesterday was my first day at work.…
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