Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
I’m 32 years old. That means I missed reel-to-reel. I never owned an 8-track. But I remember vinyl. In this…
Muni, Red Zones, and Faith in Humanity
Heather and I live in a small apartment building in a lovely little San Francisco neighborhood called Cole Valley. And…
The Reality of My Surroundings 2
I’m coming back home from walking the pups when I see them. A gaggle of drunk fifty-somethings, grey hair all…
The Reality of My Surroundings
Heather and I, we’re creative types. And, like many creative types, we know what an immaculately designed, pristinely clean house…
Both Sides Now
Note: In this entry, I talk about life, death, and the conclusion of Six Feet Under. Don’t read it if…
And I’ll Call it … San Francisco Stories
The other night I took the dogs out for their midnight walk. As I was crossing the street, I couldn’t…
Things Mom Was Right About
As Illustrated by Three Short Stories of Conversations with Professionals Someone once told me that one of the signs of…
Manly
A few months ago I installed a car stereo in my old Honda Civic. It plays MP3s. MP3s weren’t even…
Step Two is Today
Originally sent to the POWlist on Tuesday, January 20, 2004. I used to have this joke, see. It went like…
Happy Four-Twenty
The calendar reminded me of a story I wrote three years ago. Here’s a bit: Four-twenty. Supposedly it’s the number…