For some reason Blogger.com has been unavailable for the past few days so I haven't had a chance to post there, but Tripod is still working ( Read more... )

Here are a few more posts that you all might have missed this week ( Read more... )

Alex says I should copy my posts from my two blogs here to let my friends, who don't go them too often, know what I'm up to. Since I can't spend the time redoing all the links here, I'll just paste the first pargraph of my posts here until we can figure out how to "syndicate" them. (whatever that means ( Read more... )

Well, it seems like it's been a while since I wrote something for this damn live journal thingie, but I figure Caitlin, at least , tunes in occasionally to see what I'm up to; so I'll just go over some things that have been going on ( Read more... )

More on I hate job, or I should say, my former job. Ingvar, our Dear Leader, writes that "You can do much in 10 minutes. 10 Minutes gone are irretrievably lost. You can never get them back. 10 Minutes are not only the hourly wage divided by 6. 10 minutes are a part of yourself. Split your life into 10 minute units and scarifice as few as possible ( Read more... )

So, I hear that Caitlin is still reading this mess of a live journal. I wish I could devote more time to it, but I have little time and many blogs. And then there is work, which takes up too much time and pays very little in return. I work for this really weird company that is from another country and another century ( Read more... )

For what its worth, here’s another exciting installment of my Live Journal. I’m afraid with all my other writing and my job, I don’t have a lot of time to devote to this. My friend Caitlin, who turned me on to this Journal crap, doesn’t even read it anymore. Maybe, some day it will be of some interest to someone ( Read more... )

Oh dear, another bad day at work. Very bad! Before I bitch, I should put this whole thing into some kind of context ( Read more... )

I don’t know what this means, but this morning I woke up from a dream in which I saw George Bush walking the cavemen guy from those Geico ads on a leash and W was wearing one of those big fur coats that frat boys used to wear in Ivy league schools in the twenties. I also dreamed I lived next door to an apartment building called “next generation ( Read more... )

It’s been a while, but I’m back with more boring anecdotes about my life. We’ve been in Philly now for about two months and we’re not sorry we moved from DC, although I do miss its marbled majesty and the Tavern and the Lucky Bar and Los Placitas. (Really miss the margaritas at Los Placitas.) Anyway, we’re in a mixed neighborhood of Irish, Italians ( Read more... )