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We’re home. We’re alive. We loved the trip but are so happy to see our fog-covered city again. I want to kiss every fat American ass, giant SUV, and extra-large helping of everything I can buy with ugly green money in a language I can speak freely without shame or embarrassment.
It’ll pass.

Honeymooners

Just a quick note to say that, thanks to the free, albeit brief, wifi at the Hugo Cafe, my semifunctional laptop, a t610 cameraphone, and the patience of my lovely wife, Heather is now able to post her phone pics to her site. Yay!

France in my pants

Greetings, friends and family, from Paris!
Amsteram was a blur, as it tends to be. For a place where pot and mushrooms are legal, the staircases are dangerously steep. It’s as if they’re trying to off the tourists. The four sets of stairs that led to our top floor room seemed to get steeper over [...]

I am so married

Thanks to Robin Jean for the polaroid! See also: Matt’s great photo of us cutting the cake.

Step Two is Today

Originally sent to the POWlist on Tuesday, January 20, 2004.
I used to have this joke, see. It went like this: “I never grew up, people just stared letting me do more stuff.”
It’s a good joke, because it makes a statement that I really mean, just in a lighthearted way. The statement was, all that [...]

48 Hours to Go


Everyone against Bush

What do filmmaker Michael Moore, yuppie icon and conservative republican Donald Trump, forrmer U.N. chief weapons inspector and former Bush voter Scott Ritter, shock jock Howard Stern, liberal funny man Al Franken, and random design nerd yours truly all have in common?
We all want to send our pathetic, warmongering, evildoing president back to Texas [...]

Flickring

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My Flickr photos on random.

A Wedding Planning Moment

I’m meeting with the musician who’ll be playing at our wedding. He’s a jazz guy - just him and his guitar and his friend on stand up bass. They play on the corner on sunny weekends here in Cole Valley. Heather tracked them down on Craig’s List.
I’m trying to explain the kind of music I [...]

July Fourth

It’s a conundrum. Can I still say “Happy July Fourth” when I’m disgusted by my country? Can I still feel pride in the rebellious spirit of our “more perfect union” when we’re torturing people in Abu Ghraib? Can I still ooh and aah at fireworks when we’re jailing innocent people in Guantanamo Bay and claiming [...]

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