Walking down a crowded street on a rainy night in Dublin, we heard the distinct sounds of people watching an outdoor movie. I can’t specifically say what the noises were – it’s strange how despite the thousands of films in existence, and the myriad of soundtracks and dialogues and moods expressed therein, they all start…
I was cleaning out my office the other day (or, to be more accurate, slowly moving pieces of paper from one pile to another while absentmindedly flipping through a JCrew catalog and also eating brownies … but I was in my office. So there.) and I came across this note I wrote to myself ages…
– I’ve been curating a theatrical trailer for the crazed, unscripted movie that is my life. It plays whenever I’m prompted to take stock of my existence: on the night before I got married; in the days prior to my surgery; during the one ill-fated evening in a New York hotel that our toilet started…
– I get email. Lots of it. Sometimes, it’s not even meant for me. (A phenomenon that I can’t quite fathom. When people don’t have someone’s email address, do they just guess, and follow it with “@gmail.com”? Do they deduce phone numbers by punching a random series of numbers? Instead of asking where their friends…
It is nearly midnight, the day after the U.S. elections. The results were not, in my opinion at least, very shocking. Nate Silver correctly predicted how each state would vote – even the swing states. The rest went as they always did: much of the middle and the south were red; the entire left coast went…
Sunday was a landmark of sorts, and it passed without me realizing it. That, I suppose, was most significant at all. Sunday was the four-month anniversary of my surgery. At some point, I’d stopped counting the days since my brain surgery, and then the weeks, and now, it seems, the months. Rand had left town…
(My apologies for the gap in posting. I had intended to get up several blog posts yesterday, but instead I systematically poisoned myself.) – After the fussing and fueding that accompanied our Ireland trip, Rand and I decided to institute something we call “date night”. I know some of you are reading that and wondering…
– Folks, I am ill, ill, ill. I was supposed to leave for California this morning, but changed my ticket last night. It was around that time that my nostrils decided to be The Blob for Halloween (they like to get started on their costume early, it seems). Blerg. All energy has been sucked out of me…
– No matter how much I travel, I find that there are things that still surprise me about Europe. Like universal health care. Or the ubiquity of nutella. Or the fact that you can drive for a few hours and find yourself in a radically different country that isn’t Canada or Mexico. And let’s not…
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