11.13.2007
But the real question I was asking myself, right, was how did I end up being this person having a cardiac stress test?
10.22.2007
I've been reading and re-reading Hemingway lately, partly because I'm just enjoying his style, but partly because I'm hoping to learn, through osmosis, the art of writing while pleasantly pissed. Unfortunately, I haven't had much luck in this pursuit . . .
10.15.2007
A man and a woman are in the lingerie section at Macy's. It seems like they've been shopping for a while. Maybe it's undershirts that bring them to this particular location in the mall. Or bras . . .
09.17.2007
I hear the noises mostly at night, when I'm doing my stretches.
07.30.2007
Let me cut to the chase: we're moving. Again.
07.23.2007
Looking back, I have to say the manual gave some interesting 'suggestions,' but I quickly determined that - because I only had two turkey burgers to grill and not steaks for twenty - I would do things differently. Clearly, these instructions were for people with many mouths to feed. This was just two burgers for C and me. Surely, I'd be able to cut a few corners. And I was right! I'm not selfish when it comes to information, so I thought I'd go ahead and share my special method with all of you.
06.07.2007
It's crazy heavy in here. Like God playing chess with Nietzsche.
05.18.2007
As I ate, people walked past, and I listened to the strange temporal quality of their footsteps. The way they suddenly came into my aural bubble, and just as suddenly vanished. One moment they were there, in front of me, belonging to that person. These feet on gravel. The next minute they were gone, along with the person who brought them. These footsteps. Now quiet.
04.20.2007
When our contractor said he was sending out a 'cleaner' to detail the bathroom for us, the first image to come to my mind was Harvey Keitel, as "The Wolf" in Pulp Fiction.
04.17.2007
Head down, against this wind. I don't want to face these things. It's easier not to look ahead. To a familiar place where hard decisions become missed opportunities.
02.20.2007
One way to measure a lifetime is by how much forgetting you do, and how well you do it.
12.19.2006
On the way to Dallas I met an older guy who was heading to Puerto Vallarta with his wife for the holidays. Anyway, I immediately liked him because he had a way with language.
12.01.2006
As we got closer to the metal detectors, a TSA agent made an important announcement.
10.19.2006
No, I only made this fortunate discovery about a week ago, and it proves my theory that, if it wants to, serendipity will find you - in spite of yourself.
09.18.2006
In the men's bathroom at Tryst in Adams Morgan, a game of graffiti has been unfolding in the tiny space between the wall tiles for some time.
08.16.2006
Our car was stolen, and we are sad.
08.14.2006
Unlike MJ, I wholeheartedly think writers should be blogging. Especially good writers. I think the medium is calling out to them, but a lot of writers are late to the party, or are staying home altogether.
07.12.2006
There are a number of possibilities as to why DC might be experiencing an upsurge in crime this summer. I'll add one more to the mix: swamp butt.
05.30.2006
I think this stems from a fact about writing that many writers, including me, don't like to admit: We don't actually like to write.
04.07.2006
At my YMCA, there is a room called the 'Red Room.' As you might imagine, the walls of the Red Room are a deep shade of red.
03.31.2006
Again, there was searching. Another noisy search for the right answer. Then came the response: Garage.
01.04.2006
At the time, I was deep in thought, worrying over some minor detail of my day. The question broke me out of my reflection long enough to realize that, yeah it was pretty damn great to be alive. And hell if that wasn't pretty much all that mattered.
12.07.2005
As I stand there peeing, listening to the opening music sequence on the Colbert Report coming from my living room, and watching it on two plasma-screen TVs a block away, I feel a true sense of connectedness with my neighbors.
11.15.2005
I yearn to devolve. I yearn to return to the primordial ooze.
11.07.2005
It's primitive, I know. Almost obscene, isn't it? And yet, I'm not sad. Honestly. I've yet to shed a tear over my dishwasherless state.
10.07.2005
Watching her work can be mesmerizing, but because I don't understand it, I'm mostly left feeling baffled and vaguely nauseous.
09.04.2005
We were a tad bitter to have have been chased from the fresh air outside. Another couple sat at the exact same table we had been at. We glared at them through the window.
08.11.2005
No this is going to take something else. This is going to take a wicked sort of curiosity, a relentless interrogation. This is going to take a trip back to the womb.
07.25.2005
It left a puddle of white paint in the road; a puddle which my poor red VW GTI discovered at approximately 3:00 this afternoon while looking for a parking spot.
06.24.2005
By now I was a bit dazed. I offered her the oddly-formatted document that showed I owned two cars and managed to utter the words, 'Not mine.'
03.15.2005
It is recommended by some of the guide books to Costa Rica that you have a Hepatitis A vaccine before going. As I would like to minimize my risk for any unpleasant sicknesses while vacationing, I signed Catherine and I up for a dose and we went last Frida
02.21.2004
Applying ointments and conditioners of various kinds has become an integral part of my day . . .
02.28.2003
That was the problem with Mongolian barbecue. In the end you had nobody to blame for your bad meal but yourself. This was my second time at such a place, and both times the outcome was the same: shit.
02.27.2003
You stood there on the ice, black shoes firmly planted, smiling at me, your lips just above your purple scarf, your cheeks rosey.
