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Tales from the darkest Mission
One of the companies that shares our office is run by a man named Temp. “Were your parents expecting a more permanent child to come along later or something?” I asked, but weirdly he did not think this was very funny. There is a conference of math teachers meeting here this week and the hipster-looking … Continue reading
That’ll do, pig
I walk around the Mission surrounded by girls shaped like good asparagus. Vegans, the lot of them. Don’t they have to be? How else do you achieve that level of fleshlessness? These girls answer the question of who could possibly wear that sack you saw hanging at the back of Goodwill or Anthropologie and make … Continue reading
She works hard for the money
I am now a proud employee of X Company and have just completed my first three and a half days of work. X Company is a non-profit that does nice things for poor kids, so it’s a far cry from my previous DARPA-related position, and all the people seem friendly in an officey kind of … Continue reading
Over a German dinner
Over a German dinner the Lad said Munich is just an imagined city to him now. Nothing there corresponds with anything here; it makes memories difficult to believe in. It’s the same thing with people you used to know, I guess. You keep souvenirs and letters, but after a while you’re looking at your shelf … Continue reading
Looking for someone who is tall, yet clean
I drank with a Vigil yesterday. We were taught to play pool by a drunk guy named Joe. At first the Vigil was not too keen on the lesson, but I said “It’s all right. I’m sure Joe’s very nice. Anyway, he’s drunk.” Joe’s face fell. “Not drunk,” I said, “no. That was a joke.” … Continue reading
Fetch
Yesterday, having use of a car, the Lad and I went to Trader Joe’s. I wasn’t able to look around much until we were standing in line, since before that I was busy frantically darting through crowds in search of sundried tomatoes and cornbread mix, and once I did I was startled. Everyone waiting in … Continue reading
Seen chalked on the pavement at SFSU
In big, white letters: Only poets see poetry in public The illusion of choices In small, blue letters nearby: Merlito likes guys
Didofoot smites the unbeliever
“Um, hi! I was just wondering if you have accepted Jesus into your heart?” asked a meek Asian girl (and why are they always Asian?). “No,” I said. “Thor pretty much takes up all the room in my heart these days.” “Oh, well, um, we like discussing other points of view, so if you want … Continue reading
I don’t want a take-back
Last night, the Lad got us free tickets from KALX to see Minnie Driver perform at the Great American. If you’re wondering whether she can sing, I’ll tell you: it is decidedly so. Are her songs interesting at all? Well, outlook does not look good there. Sure, she’s tall, she likes wearing shorts, but can … Continue reading
Didofoot Reads The News, Part 3
See Part 1, Part 2 Hotel Strikes Interrupt Sleep Of White Children: Neighborhood Outraged “With psychological warfare, they are driving the neighbors nutty,” [a neighbor] said. “That noise is not helping their cause, and it’s only destroying the life of a 3-year-old and a 1-year-old. Why do they do it? To what end?” Fireball Erupts … Continue reading