General
The A-SUCK, folk songs, and girls with squeaky voices
My family and I went to the memorial service for free speech being held in Sproul Plaza today. I particularly enjoyed the participation of the ASUC. Now pay attention, Alanis, because this is ironic. The ASUC recently gave our own Holohan a cartload of grief over his campaign speech, yet today they were proudly blahing … Continue reading
Everyone and the Lad’s sister is doing it
I recently attended the Lad’s sister’s wedding. Watching Em and Geoff stand in front of everyone they love and speak their self-written vows made me realize that I can never, ever, in a million years be brave enough to display that much sincerity (i.e. any at all) in front of a gathering of my peers. … Continue reading
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.