the Dalai Lama

Dana and I had the opportunity to see the Dalai Lama speak in Berkeley yesterday. Through a series of more than fortunate events, not only did we get tickets to the Greek Theater, we got front row tickets. And, by the way, sitting directly behind us, was James Hetfield, Metallica front man, and his family.

The fifteen-year-old-kid in me, who played Metallica covers in his junior high school band, wants to gloat about that, wants to say irreverently that he got better tickets than James Hetfield. But there’s not much to say and I suspect you’d rather hear about what the Dalai Lama had to say.


While walking to work this morning through downtown Berkeley, there was a blind man walking along, his cane clicking the sidewalk like a metronome. Suddenly, and to no one in particular, he yelled out, “Sorry I was born!” To which one woman passer-by replied, “We don’t mind.” And another guy said, “We love you. We […]

a couple of things:

First, anyone here on MySpace? I keep checking my site’s usage stats and someone’s linking to me from there. But I don’t have a MySpace account so I can’t see who it is. And, no, I don’t really want a MySpace account. Why? Because I’m not a 14-year-old girl. Nor am I a 53-year-old man […]


I sort of wish I was still doing the ol’ “Search for the Perfect Coffee Shop” bit because I had the worst coffee shop experience of my life this morning. So, since I can’t bitch about it there, I’ll bitch about it.