Met with an old friend (Beth, link on right) in from NYC, and she dropped a huge bomb on me: She’s started a publishing company. And she had a reading series, and it’s now huge. And she compiled an anthology, and wrote a novel. And, and, it was all so great! I was in [...]
Beth wakes with a start, sweat pouring off her forehead. Her dream starts to fade, though it made her heart race faster than … she can’t think how fast her heart usually races. I mean, she never really stops and thinks: wow, I wonder how many beats per second my heart is pumping now?
She feels [...]
“You can’t shoot a great poet.”
- Samuel Hynes, New Yorker June 12, 2006 “Meeting E.P.” on how they couldn’t try Ezra Pound for treason for broadcasting for Mussolini. It’s true, you just can’t shoot a great poet. It’s like a visceral, innate impulse not to kill, great poets, that is.
I am thinking of writing [...]
So I’m sitting at work desperately trying to get one last thing done, and I realize I’m quasi-doocing, the act of blogging while at work. Well I’m not blogging about work. Because it’s boring, and I’m not that dumb. Though I do want to take a photo of the Sanka sign above the coffee maker. [...]
After she hung up with Sosa, she scoured the living room of Mac’s work and sure enough, found the moleskine wedged between two cushions of the Cat Pee couch. One of the resident cats had made sure that the couch was hers. Holding the book far from her, so she didn’t have to smell it, [...]
from Mel’s Internet Universe
I was inspired by Chester’s post the other day, to write about growing up in a family business. The business started as an advertising TV Guide free magazine, then evolved into a typesetting business (see photo above). Typesetters were yet another casualty (thank god) to the Macintosh.
So, before PageMaker and [...]
Reading Valleyschwag’s blog, (vote for Jonathan & Matt!) realized I could do a little schwag report. So if you are your schwag, I would be a very geekie jock. It’s a sick day, I’m high on sudaphedrine, so endless myopic navel-gazing is permitted, no?
When my dot-com closed the doors, I raced through [...]
iMurder, the ninth in a series about murder, dot com style. Start at the beginning.
Chapter 9: GiggleLoop, Inc.
Beth arched her eyebrow at Mac over her empty greyhound. “Shall we?”
They had gotten as far as the bar’s anteroom when a door opposite burst open. A man appeared, then reached for Mac’s hand. “Hey Don! I’m Mark! [...]
iMurder, the eighth in a series about murder, dot com style. Start at the beginning.
Marina Boy Does Good
The knife plunged into her body and with it he heard a slight suction sound. No one would find her body, well, not while the party was going on downstairs. He wanted to wipe his bloody hands on [...]
I went to WordCamp, which isn’t necessarily about words, but blogs. There are many who have already blogged about it, and even blogged about being blogged about. Because, what do you get if you put 100 narcissist, rabid self-documenters in one space for 12 hours? Lots of posts about it, real-time. She says, posting about [...]
Shared an image: Lunch in north beach
Wednesday at 16:33
someone added a few veritical blocks to Russian HIll, I swear
Wednesday at 16:33
Favorited Gillian Welch – Dear Someone
Wednesday at 16:33
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