General
I miss thang.
Well, in view of Allen’s enormously long (but also enormously rewarding) description of his journey to date, writing this blog about my small, baseball-playing, smoothie-drinking life seems suddenly less satisfying. Even Jacob, busily slicing mouse brains in his mad laboratory, is doing something useful. (Who would slice the mouse brains if not for him? Would … Continue reading
I miss The Lad.
Baseball is the healthiest thing I do. There’s nothing like running around in the evening air, swinging a bat, pantsing Dustin and playing Ninja Cartwheels with Michele. It’s an all-American sport. After several rounds of tandem cartwheels, Michele and I decided that next week we will bring a tape deck and my old Debbie Gibson … Continue reading
I miss Allen.
The first candidate for my job is being interviewed even as I sit here manically typing. What a strange situation. I really feel I should be involved in the interviewing process. Oh, and instead of an “interview,” we should have an arm wrestling contest. Oh, and instead of me having to arm wrestle, I should … Continue reading
THWACK! Planet thumpin’.
Well I called off my listless pursuit of that fellow most of you met at my party. It’s a shame and I feel bad, but he was this good looking, smart, funny, kind, interesting person and the whole time I was overwhelmed with suspicion. What’s he doing hanging around me then, I wondered, if he’s … Continue reading
Remember the Noid.
I’m starting to notice a trend among my people — this is you guys, so pay attention — of abandoning the traditional mate-hunting methods of dating everything in sight. There seems to be a new method emerging, which (as near as I can see, squinting through my binoculars from here in the bushes) consists of … Continue reading
Je mange ce que je tue. Or is it tues? Shit�
Sometimes I page through an entire book looking for the word “magician.” You hardly ever find this word in a magazine but it’s mentioned in novels more than you might think; in a newspaper tolerably often; infrequently in cookbooks. It is often surrounded by a disappointing sentence. In a Tom Robbins book it’s everywhere. I’m … Continue reading
Mommy, how does a mountain get born?
The birth of Mount Diablo: Geologic Summary: 165 million B.C. Mt Diablo began as volcanic rock beneath the surface of the Pacific Ocean and was scraped into a mass between the Pacific tectonic plate and the overlying sedimentary layers of the North American plate. As ice ages affected sea levels, sedimentation continued in shallow coastal … Continue reading
If you’re reading this, you’re more interesting than I am.
This Yan restaurant is a fast food franchise. And the Dome is doomed. I thought we were becoming cool, but I guess that was a trick of the light. I sigh. I return to eagerly plotting my move every waking minute. While living in Seattle, too young to frequent bars, I spent a lot of … Continue reading
Shazbot! Shazbot! And you thought I was cool.
Star Wars fans be warned: this will probably piss you off. Everyone else be warned: this is the most boring blog entry in the history of narcissistic websites, and that is certainly saying something. Last night I had dinner with Jack and he finally gave me some perspective on why I hate Star Wars so … Continue reading
It’s an anagram. Think about it.
Well, well, well. Guess who’s coming to Pleasant Hill? That’s right, it’s everybody’s favorite Yan. He’s opening a restaurant in our fair city, a place whose high school once put on a production of “Our Town” with no apparent sense of irony. In other good town-related news, the best movie theater I’ve ever been in … Continue reading