It's just me yo.
No, really. THIS is how I do it.I think about a lot of random stuff and I like to write it down. I believe in a lot of things and I think an equal amount of stuff is total crap. I am a cynical optimist. I am real. I like synchronicity and idiosyncrasy. My brain works quickly, which does not guarantee accuracy but is not A.D.D. Usually my mouth works even more quickly. I thought being really tall and living in Asia was pretty cool; but I am super glad to be back in California now. I want to be happy, bendy and satisfied... Because really, who wouldn't?
Category Archives: Letters to Friends
Politics is a tricky business. Sad but true to say, especially since it should be neither tricky OR business, but there you have it. In spite of this, it is the cross we must bear in order to self-govern, though … Continue reading
Dr. Man… I was telling someone about Oscar Wao the other day and so of course you came to mind – how would I have ever had the chance to spend an evening in the company of one of my … Continue reading
I don’t really want to acknowledge you by writing to you, but I am justifying it by saying it is because I had a really lovely interaction with someone yesterday and the circumstances of the interaction were too eerily similar … Continue reading
After I saw you last, I got to thinking about The Newlywed Game. This is probably going to be a poor analogy because I never really watched The Newlywed Game. Unfortunate because there are few people who would likely notice … Continue reading
You will never believe the strange coincidence that brought you to my mind the other day. I am actually glad I can tell you in writing so I don’t have to hear you tell me how there are no coincidences … Continue reading
So I am sitting here reading this article for a class I am taking, and though the article is pretty lame, I just had to laugh. I totally thought of you. This silly vapid wannabe scholarly article made me think … Continue reading
Whey hey! You called tonight. I thought it must be a pocket dial at first, but no, you were calling. No text this time, and to be fair it was long before midnight. But seriously, a call from a cab … Continue reading