Friends, I have been re-reading Diaryland ( Read more... )

Washington DC makes my internal compass go a little haywire. I get off the Metro and think I should be going in the exact opposite direction of my destination. I look out the hotel window - for a Marriott, Pricelined or no, this place is fairly dingy - and have no idea in which direction I'm staring. There's a lot of brick, and the trees are ( Read more... )

The cat is happy. The cat curls up on my back, against my chest, on a pile of neatly folded pajamas, anywhere she can reach. I brush four brushfuls of hair off her, and she still leaves a white cloud on everything she touches ( Read more... )

Hello, Austin ( Read more... )

June steps off on a different foot. I missed fencing thanks to an 11-hour workday, and next week looks to bruise just as hard, but the rain sits more lightly in the air and there are things on the horizon ( Read more... )

The redeye from Portland to JFK (JFK! FIE!), arriving at 8:10 am Friday, September 25 ( Read more... )

1. I fell for the Jayhawks during that game. They acted like the underdogs just long enough to charm me. Also, can't stand that Memphis guy who kisses his biblical-looking tattoo before shooting free throws. J. insists it might still be Treasure Island, but I'm not falling for that shit. I may have had a beer more than necessary as a result of ( Read more... )