No. You can’t. You can’t go home again. They usually tear down your home to make way for a strip mall or a dry cleaners. But even if they didn’t, even if your house was still there, you’d still have to fight that up-hill battle against nostalgia. You’re always going to be a sixteen year […]
So here I am, my last night in Philly. I don’t really have anything too exciting to report. But you know my love of Appropriate Endings. I remember when I was younger I’d always to save the last few pages (yes pages) of my journal to write something appropriately and melodramatically reflective, so sum up […]
Today I’ve decided to be less grumpy. So there. As I was getting dressed, a memory floated into my head of when I first started grad school and how excited I was. How much joy I got out of even the idea of being an academic. An intellectual. And somewhere along the way, I’ve gotten […]
So here I am, sitting in a hallway of the Philadelphia Convention Center, at the Big Annual Meeting of the American Academy of Religion. To give you a fuller picture, I’m wearing a pair of black slacks (that I got for twenty-buck at Ross), a lovely blue shirt, and a sports coat that was no […]
In front of Peet’s Coffee on Vine and Walnut at 7:30 a.m. Chronicle Lady: Would you like a free copy of the Chronicle? Old Guy on a Bike with Ridiculously Large Grey Helmut: Those are nothing but dead trees! Sometimes this town is just too much for me.
I was scared there for a second. The way things have been going in the country. But I’m happy to report that I still live in California. The results in general are good news. And this isn’t too surprising. Hell, it is San Francisco. But this one really makes me happy. When I saw the […]
Someone in my apartment complex has been using my laundry detergent. I leave the box in there because there’s so little closet space in here that isn’t used up my grandmother’s old music boxes and extra books and old tapes and boxes full of electronic gadgets and wires. It used to be safe in the […]
Ya know. I don’t know which is worse. The normal sort of run-of-the-mill incompetence we’ve come to expect of Bush, Co., or a grown man in an incredibly powerful position within the US Government refering to himself in an email as a “fashion god.” I mean, c’mon dumbass. That’s why people get personal email accounts. So that when they get fired, the boss doesn’t know how much time you’ve been wasting at the office blogging and chatting with your friends.
I shouldn’t be writing right now. Fact of the matter is that I’ve had some beer, and while, for the most part, it’s been a good day, there have been some ups and downs. Plus, I’m writing on the new computer. And I can hardly even see the screen it’s so far away. But I’m […]