Author Archives: didofoot
One thousand penguins
Amazon is selling the complete Penguin Classics library (1,082 titles) for a little over eight thousand dollars. Want! Want! Want! Want! Want! It might be worth moving to Alameda to have space for 700 pounds of story.
Golden Age
Kris: “The thing about the Arthurian legend is that it isn’t a triumphant story. It’s a tragedy. Arthur creates a golden age, but as the modern reader you already know it’s doomed to fail, because look where we’re living now.” Gene: “Not a golden age.” Kris: “Exactly.” Gene: “…We have Go-gurt.”
Troll Estate
Gene and I recently went and looked at some San Francisco houses for sale. That was mighty weird. They mostly weren’t much bigger than our current apartment (except they all had full-floor garage/basements for some reason; I guess all real estate in this area comes with its own trollspace), but they were houses, y’all. Like, … Continue reading
Noe Street Farmer’s Market
I love the little hand-painted signs at farmer’s market stalls. All these promises and guarantees of organic healthfulness; it’s like reading the label on a bottle of fresh, delicious snake oil. Bread handmade by beautiful French virgins! Potatoes harvested by blind choirboys! Eggs laid by hens fed on only the finest butter and chocolate! Dandelion … Continue reading
The Day I Shot Cupid
I have now finished reading Jennifer Love Hewitt’s book, The Day I Shot Cupid: Hello, My Name is Jennifer Love Hewitt and I’m a Love-aholic. I do this for you, people. All for you. I really enjoyed this book. It made me giggle several times. Honestly, I have no idea whether I’m laughing with her … Continue reading
Warp
Gene and I have been together so long that he’s more or less warped me for life. Now when he offers to take me out for dinner, romantic restaurants like Paul K or the Beach Chalet don’t even occur to me. Mentally I go straight to the list of Best Bay Area Sandwiches and start … Continue reading
What the fleet?
It’s not Fleet Week, so why are there fighter jets cruising over my neighborhood? This is unsettling as hell.
Diurnal sounds
Almost six years I’ve been living here and I’ve only just noticed that the mockingbird in the garden mostly performs car alarms. Occasionally he imitates the neighbor’s yappy dog or the trolley rumbling down Market, but mostly he sticks to alarms. City birds, eh? I don’t hear the two a.m. girls whooing in there at … Continue reading
Vajazzle
After reading this, it is hardly surprising that I would rush out to request Jennifer Love Hewitt’s book from the library. There is absurdity out there and I must consume it. What IS surprising is that there are two people in line for this book ahead of me.
Two more weeks
I miss my man. I can’t settle down to anything; any books, I mean. This is what being thwarted in love does to me, even if I’m only being thwarted for a few weeks — my reading suffers. And I’m finding Gene all over the place. In Forster, for example: “It struck her that it … Continue reading