Chris and I are selling the Beacon Hill house. It's no longer interesting to me nor is it manageable; I'm heavily in debt because of its expenses. It's been vacant for a month and a half, so the cost of paying rent and mortgage has been almost cripplingly high. The place we live now is up for sale; we've been asked to vacate and rental options on ( Read more... )

I don't know why I think these things are good luck, or vaguely mystical, or otherwise enchanted/ing, but I do. So, in no particular order ( Read more... )

I got headhunted for the first time recently. It's flattering somehow, to be professionally sought and courted based on your resume alone. The firm doing the recruiting is a gigantic international company, the kind of place where type A 1%-ers are wildly successful and definitely out of step with my non-profit career of the last 10 years. At the ( Read more... )

( I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me )

I got a shirt from Zero Thousand because I think their stuff is neat. It's black and green and it fits me well. It says "Fear my robot army," and has a row of little green robot guys on the advance on it. I was wearing it this weekend, and though I like the shirt I had some misgivings about it.
"I don't know," I muse, looking at the shirt on me, "I ( Read more... )

Filed as The Looking Glass for week ending 12.21.07, for I have been lax- jlb

ClipboardMy friend R used to maintain that you could clean out an office of all it's important electronics in broad daylight with everyone present simply by donning some coveralls, wheeling around a hand truck, and carrying a clipboard with an official-looking document ( Read more... )

No looking glass last week. I was too bloody depressed to look into a mirror last week. Just about the only thing that had me laughing out loud was an article on the radio about German-speaking Americans living in Germany. The idea is that Germans think Americans are totally undereducated and will stare at you like you’re retarded if you speak ( Read more... )

The Infernal Noise Brigade has been popping up a little more than usual in my day-to-day. While set to shuffle songs my iPod plays something by the INB. Someone wears the uniform to a Halloween party. I rap out a rhythm from one of our songs when I knock on the door. Little things. It came up at work, as our intern and I were working on a project ( Read more... )

I did it. I purchased a television show, greedily downloaded it, and watched it on the bus this morning.

Last night I went binge shopping at the iTunes online store, after my stupid stodgy internet connection kept stalling as I tried to listen to Naomi Klein’s presentation on Shock Doctrine from Seattle’s town hall in September. Between the stupid ( Read more... )