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Our Friend, Jason
Everybody thinks Jason is great. Jason is so nice. He never says anything mean. He will eat where you want to eat (unless it’s Pasta Pomodoro). He is a supportive friend. He is so interesting. He is so smart. And, hoo! Funny? The man was born with double the funny most people are born with! … Continue reading
Plug
I went to high school with him and now he has one of the most interesting blogs I’ve ever seen. Plus, Jimmy apparently asked him some questions.
Maggie, Queen of the Skies
This is in the way of being an informational anecdote, providing you, the reader, with data from which to draw a portrait of Maggie: On her flight here, Maggie was lucky enough to be seated in one of the coveted exit rows. For those of you who take trains, let me explain: an exit row … Continue reading
My time with Maggie
The first night she was here, we went to a bar with the Sean(e) crowd. I had carefully arranged to have an event going on so that she would know how I am happening and fun and have many likeable friends. (Later I blew this casual coolness by accidentally referencing the fact that I had … Continue reading
Mystery Woman Baffles Old Friends, Acquaintances
There’s been some uproar lately over Michele’s quiz on the new How Well Do You Know Me quiz site she found. Apparently most of our friends couldn’t make it past the 60% correct mark. That’s how well we all know her: 60% or less. She’s been getting e-mail apologies right and left from those folks … Continue reading
Happy anniversary, Lad.
My helmet may be too loose, too old and basically unsafe, but it has great acoustics. I discovered that I can sing at the top of my lungs while we’re riding up 680 and no one can hear me but me. I can sing, for example, “Anna Begins” over and over, putting the chorus in … Continue reading
December coming home
My sweet peacock Allen sent us some photos of mostly Guatemala. Lord I miss that boy. Which is a little odd, considering we have pretty much been email friends most of the time I’ve known him, but he did smell awfully nice.
ENGLISH JOHN VS. WHITE DAN IN THE WRESTLING MATCH OF THE CENTURY
So I met another Us, who may or may not have a website for Us to inundate. He’s in my English class; his name is John; I call him English John, but not to his English face. Now he has a nickname; already, his Us-ness is clear. English John reads books. So far, he has … Continue reading
Danny for my sins
When Danny – monastic Danny, not Brian Austin Green Danny – left for the monastery I said “You have to come back, though, to marry The Lad and I if we ever get married. That’s how I always imagined it.” “Okay,” he said. After a pause, “You’ll never get married though, will you.” Me, “Well, … Continue reading
“O tedium, tedium, tedium…”
John Taylor Gatto says: “Even when they are offered real work to do, most drift back to the secure meaningless of busywork.” Well, that’s us, isn’t it? Uniquely qualified by income, class, education, talent and natural intelligence to accomplish significant things, I and nearly everyone I know spend our requisite 40 hours performing senseless acts … Continue reading