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Watching Star Trek with my robot
Deanna Troi awakens from a mysterious coma. “What’s the last thing you remember?” Picard asks her urgently. She considers for a moment. “My hair,” she says. “She’s YOU,” Gene says to me in awe. “Maybe she and Data should date,” I say.
Forks road trip: the living dead
We used the bathroom and bought chips at a gas station in one of the numberless three-building towns on Highway 101. As we left, the woman behind the counter dully called out “See you soon.” See you soon? “If we were in a horror movie,” I said as we pulled away, “that would mean ‘See … Continue reading
Forks road trip: roadside assistance
On the road from Queets, Michele and I stopped to assist a woman who’d skidded her car into a ditch. Neither of us is much accustomed to offering roadside assistance so the stop had an adventurous flair. The girl who’d had the accident was large and encased in a Barbie-pink sweatshirt that featured a picture … Continue reading
Hanging out with my cousins
21st century parenting: “Take my picture!” Nolan demanded. “No, with this.” He took away Zoe’s camera and handed her the iPhone. She obligingly took the picture. “Now Facebook it,” he said. 21st century cousining: “So, do kids bring computers to school?” I asked. “No,” he said, looking up at me oddly. “What about cell phones? … Continue reading
Out in the world
Irony. Irony. Some flowers. Weird looking dog.
Save this paper?
The day I don’t see a Chronicle headline about child abuse or child murder will be the day I know the paper has finally gone under. I have an idea for how to save our fast-dying daily: give it a new tagline. Some suggestions: The San Francisco Chronicle: ferreting out every grisly story about bad … Continue reading
Spring Makeover
Blow-dry hair. Tanning booth. Plenty of rest. Healthful exercise. Exfoliate feet with baseball diamond. More makeover tips.
Lovejoy’s
Went to Lovejoy’s Attic in idle search of a teapot, having broken the one Christine and Adam gave me. The store is tiny but charming, like Tinkerbell, and smells of citrus tea and the faint disapproving mustiness of doilies. The best part is, you can go in the shop’s second room, out of sight of … Continue reading
Mrrow?
Woke up with a cold staring me in the face like a cat I forgot to feed. Outside, a protest has been going on for two solid hours; my neighbor’s roofers slam their hammers in bone-juddering syncopation; the cars roll by with a constant swish-swish-swish like wind in the pines. At last, enough noise to … Continue reading
Finer Things: Morning After
This peeling, fake tatt…etc.