Author Archives: didofoot
More tales of the stupidness of me
I got a manicure yesterday. I saw a sign for $15 french manicures a couple of blocks from my house and Gene likes it and it was V Day so I figured, what the hell? Even though I knew that getting a manicure on my nails, which are resistant to all forms of polish and … Continue reading
Valentine’s Day hazing rituals
I really hate being pinched. The idea of it absolutely terrifies me, I don’t know why. As you can imagine, this made grade school St. Patrick’s Days into scary times for me. Many of my girlfriends saw it as a courting ritual, willfully refusing to wear outward signs of green. They would wait for a … Continue reading
Random confessions
For many years, I thought saying “Stamford” was just a lame way of mocking Stanford. Because you are a Cal fan, and mispronouncing Stanford’s name is maybe funny for you. I also briefly believed “gubernatorial” was maybe a mocking way to say “governatorial.” In my defense, “Berzerkly.”
The midnight disease
Wonder Boys It took me a long time to come back to Michael Chabon’s early books after reading Kavalier and Clay. I had in my head that Wonder Boys was frivolous and overly modern, possibly because I get the movie mixed up with the book. However, on re-reading it I remembered that this is actually … Continue reading
Eagle kills, windmills and cinematic thrills
On Saturday, some of us folks gathered for a day-long celebration of Michele being born. We began with a couple of stops at Pleasanton wineries, sometimes called “the poor man’s Napa,” or “the poor man’s poor man’s Bordeaux.” The first winery looked as I expect a winery to look: big tasting room outfitted with plenty … Continue reading
She’s super freaky.
“I almost died when I saw that picture of Young Michele holding a jungle cat at the safari park,” Sean told me. “It is kind of too perfect, isn’t it?” I agreed. “Well, it’s like seeing the origin story of a superhero,” he said. “More like a super freak,” I said, but only to myself. … Continue reading
Seven days…
I’ve always thought Valentine’s Day was sort of stupid. Guys obviously hate it, so any “romantic” gifts or events you force them into are just going to make them miserable, and what is romantic about that? Plus, any girl who gets her hopes up about this holiday seems destined to have those hopes dashed. If, … Continue reading
“Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint.”
Love and Friendship I re-read Love and Friendship last night, Jane Austen’s novella — novlette? novelina? — that she wrote while still in her teens. I’d forgotten how much of the later books can be found in here. For example: A young man speaks to people he’s met moments ago: “My father,” he continued, “is … Continue reading
Votes for Women
I have a not-so-secret weakness for voting with Gene. I think it is terribly romantic. Also, our polling place is on Beaver Street. Hot! “Where are you guys off to?” “Oh, we’re heading down to Beaver Street. Gene’s gotta check some boxes, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.” “What about you? Aren’t you going to…uh…vote?” … Continue reading
It’s the headband one, right?
Gene: Wanna watch First Blood? Kris: No. Gene: Do you know what it is? Kris: No. Gene: It’s the first Rambo movie. You have to see the first one or you can’t see the others. Kris: I don’t really need to see them. I feel I know everything I need to know about Rambo. Gene: … Continue reading