I don’t know whether you guys ever watch Robert Gibbs’ press briefings. I would guess you don’t. I like to skim the transcripts occasionally; I find it soothing to see that at least one part of the White House is a lot like it is on West Wing. Here is a small sample from yesterday’s … Continue reading
Obvious – Getting a friendly letter from someone you used to know. – The twangy saltburst of Humphrey Slocombe’s pistachio-bacon ice cream. – Riding a motorcycle at twilight. – Men who call you princess. Secret – Calling a motorcycle helmet a hat. – The superhero feeling of walking down a subway car as the train … Continue reading
I talked to a genetic counselor at Kaiser today about the risks of having a baby after 35. (I want to stress, this conversation was in no way related to my own family plans. I was just curious, and it’s a free service.) I thought I would post my notes for anyone who’s interested in … Continue reading
A woman to her friend: “God doesn’t want you to be this happy.” I think she’s wrong.
I look more like my mom every day. YAY!
For about a year now, everything sent to me via my Carthage contact form was being deleted before I saw it. If you sent me a message via Carthage and I never responded, please re-send.
Yesterday I took Strawberry to Fort Mason for the first time. Here you see us looking at the Golden Gate Bridge, and a seagull. Word count: 1,160. The sentence that was waiting for me from my last writing session: “Who knew Roscoe was such a film buff?” I walked to the harbor to watch the … Continue reading
When, in the previous entry, I said I saw no blue dicks, I forgot I saw Watchmen that evening.
When you are trying to write a book about an empty city, you could do worse than pay a visit to the Sutro Baths. Some flowers we saw: Sticky Monkeyflowers Cow Parsnips Some flowers we did not, to my disappointment, see: Shooting Stars Ithuriel’s Spears Cobweb Thistles Blue Dicks Coast Onions Hounds Tongues Tidy Tips
On top of Buena Vista Park, looking at the tiny hunched spine of the Golden Gate. Word Count: 1. (It was too cold to write, and then I spent like four hours talking to a friendly guy I met and went home. “Oh,” said Lisa worriedly when I told her this story. “Was he…?” “No,” … Continue reading