so i guess i should not be surprised to learn that a man who can and does have such a large influence on the direction of our lives' course spends his days sitting at a desk in a distinguished office building in downtown boston on one of the mere handful of streets which run between milk street and water street as milk and water run together in a ( Read more... )

most of us are given our primary names and a myriad of secondary names. some of us choose our own primary name, and often some of our secondary names. names are a funny thing ( Read more... )

as if my september had not already been crazy enough, surreal enough ( Read more... )

this morning, driving down a busyish city street, i approached one of those electric display signs next to a speed limit sign which tells you and the world how fast you (or one of the vehicles near you) are going so that you might compare yourself to the mandate. the speed limit was 35 mph and the lit sign told me, quite confidently with three ( Read more... )

the other day in the elevator with my hands full i accidentally bumped the button displayed as my userpic here. it turned a bright red and a recorded voice began reciting statements about the building and elevator location. my face also turned bright red and i reported to the security fellow at the front desk the erroneous alarum ( Read more... )

i forgot to mention that i get plenty of traffic from spammers ( Read more... )

so in one of these grace notes, when i browsed the shelves at argos book shop on black friday, i found myself a copy of james merrill's scripts for the pageant, which is the third and final book in his epic poem the changing light at sandover (for which a few of us began a discussion group, since abandoned ( Read more... )

jim parsons watches (no fun league) football and plays fantasy football.

i went to a subway restaurant today and ordered a chicken teriyaki. it was a bit after five, so i was the only customer at this location downtown where the daily exodus was already underway (this is a downtown where people work, but for the most part do not live). as you may know, the selection of ingredients is requested piecemeal as one's ( Read more... )

saturday morning i drove a little more than an hour north to attend a wedding.

i was running a bit behind schedule, so i was doing about ninety on the highway to ensure i wasn't late.

with about fifteen miles left to drive, the radio station started to play bowie's modern love with its lyric "gets me to the church on time" -- "church on time" ( Read more... )