Finances! Flee!
Today, my company went 401k on me. Now I have to start making investment decisions and things like that. I’d like to think that it’s my general bohemian world views … Continue reading
Five Days in Pacific Standard (Part Two).
As I was saying… January 6, 2003 Tumbleweed’s Big Mean Brother / Where Reality Goes to Die / Rome Rebuilt in a Day / Appetite for Repetition / Forbidden Back … Continue reading
Five Days in Pacific Standard (Part One).
Before I begin transcribing my traveling log [1] from my recent vacation to Los Angeles and surrounding areas, I want to raise a glass and toast the murder charges brought … Continue reading
The Moops!
Yesterday, during a six-hour orgy of lounging around, I managed to play the new Trivial Pursuit “The Last 20 Years” edition. Three observations, and then no more mention of the … Continue reading
Banana nut is a good muffin.
It’s only one o’clock PM on this, the last Friday of 2002. These days at the end of the year, especially these between Christmas and New Year’s, are almost completely … Continue reading
That comes out of your pay, Cratchit.
Christmas Eve in the office and there are but four of us here. I’m only here because I said I would be, and as such, my manager left a few … Continue reading
Thinking back.
As I walked from the trains station to work this morning, I noticed an unusual amount of fresh spit on the sidewalk. I had two thoughts: 1) Why am I … Continue reading
“Dreams are overrated/ but they’re often underestimated.”
Update: Last Friday, a man with a thick Hispanic accent called up asking for “Christina.” Today’s subject line is a source of slight disappointment to me–it comes from a misheard … Continue reading
Despite our protests, the bastard kept shaking the globe.
Snowing severely in Chicago for the third time this week [1], in what seems to be this winter’s almost Dubyaesque overcompensatory desire to prove that it’s Not At All Like … Continue reading
And you may ask yourself.
A few weeks back, I went to a theatrical showing, at a University of Chicago movie theater, of the Jonathan-Demme-directed, Talking Heads concert film “Stop Making Sense.” At the end … Continue reading
Creative Control 