Monthly Archives: September 2004
So kind, most obliging
My cowboy boss is deep into Virgil right now. He sidles up to my desk every now and then to discuss it. “See, the bad alliances Virgil is talkin’ about, that’s just common sense at the track. You never team up with someone to buy a horse. You gotta always buy your own horse. And … Continue reading
Raise your glasses: an anniversary toast in nine wretched couplets
Two years ago, we had our third First date, although you may have heard There’s some contention in our midst: Should we be counting from that kiss Which was third first, or maybe fourth If you ask me? Except, of course, There was the time we almost split, So this is four-point-five, or fifth Of … Continue reading
$99 Picture Frames
Today my six-month Pottery Barn checkup came due so I wandered down there for a few minutes. Every half-year or so I need to enter a Pottery Barn (or a Williams Sonoma, or a Crate & Barrel, or almost any store on Union Square) to sneer at the ridiculous merchandise, thereby reminding myself that I … Continue reading
We get knocked down, but we get up again
I caught my sandal on one of the criminally protruding MUNI rails while crossing Market Street yesterday and went sprawling in the middle of the intersection. Caught myself on my hands in a monster push-up and managed not to rip my jeans, so I thought I was doing pretty well. Picked myself up and got … Continue reading
Water and big boobs
My arrival at UCSC when I was seventeen was eye-opening in so many ways. I met my first out-of-the-closet lesbian on my first night in the dorms, who lined up a group of frosh on her bed and lectured us on proper fisting techniques. I got my first roommate and met my first anti-shower campaigner–unfortunately … Continue reading
The unseen good old man
We’ve gotten a few pieces of mail addressed “To The Estate Of” for the guy who used to live in our apartment. I, in my ignorance of polite euphemisms, thought this meant he was just, you know, rich, with an estate, but the Lad says this means he is dead. You might begin to wonder, … Continue reading
Hunka broken heater
So things are pretty blissful here in my life, as many of you know now after seeing our new place. The heat is stuck on still, but I’m choosing to look on that as a metaphor for our burning love. I’m so in love with the apartment that I actually mopped the kitchen floor yesterday–not … Continue reading
Just on the off-chance…
…that anyone is reading this whom I or Brian have not already emailed, Mac needs a home by 4:30 today. If you are interested (and how could you not be?), complete info can be found here.
Four More Years, Alas
I just started looking online for coverage of yesterday’s big NY protest during Bush’s speech and I’m not finding a whole lot, even on commondreams.org. Can anyone give me a link to an in-depth story with maybe some critical thought behind it? Or if those of our crew who are actually there make your way … Continue reading
In which The Closet Shopper helps me buy some pants
This is a story about pants. Not just any pants: new pants, the scariest kind of pants there are. In case you don’t want to read the whole darn thing, the salient info is this: Tracy Miller is an amazing fashion consultant. If you want her to come work for you, check her out here: … Continue reading