Monthly Archives: January 2006

Today at work was fine, even if I DIDN’T GET TO SURF. We were busy enough that I wouldn’t’ve had time anyway. Not insane busy, just steady busy. Hope Brandon’s move went well. Can’t wait to hear some details. I … Continue reading →

I have an hour-long nap and wake up refreshed. Outside, the sky is slate gray, completely overcast. It’s very still. There are the sounds of people walking around outside, and the sounds of some birds. I make a pot of … Continue reading →

My Top Ten Favorite Films of the 1970s (chronological order): “Diary of a Mad Housewife” 1970 “Cold Turkey” 1971 “Little Murders” 1971 “The French Connection” 1971 “O Lucky Man!” 1973 “A Woman Under the Influence” 1974 “3 Women” 1977 “That … Continue reading →

Ken left for off-site meetings for the rest of the day and then Anne took Brandon and I aside for a little meeting.

I’ve been getting feedback on the new ms. from a variety of people, and last night it was Andy’s turn. I came off as being a little stubborn and defensive; both he and bandersnatch_02 haven’t minced any words sharing what … Continue reading →

I don’t know why, but it feels kind of NICE to be here at work this morning. Eek. Maybe it’s the cool mix CDs I’m listening to right now. Scott Heim sent them out (we’re occasional penpal friends) and I’m … Continue reading →

Yes, I’m back. Feel a bit discombobulated. Until I’m re-used to the grind that was/will be my day-to-day routine, I won’t feel quite normal. Portland was a damn good time. I need two weeks off to write. But it ain’t … Continue reading →

Well, gettin’ ready for the cocktail thingy. But I swear I’m only going to have ONE beforehand. Note to CHRISTINE and BRANDON: we are making Suffering Bastards. Wish me luck!

Brandon, thanks so much for covering for me! It didn’t start raining yesterday until 2 o’clock. That left me plenty of time to wander around Pearl, which is indeed a sort of gentrifed ghetto. I just don’t see who is … Continue reading →

I saw the most inspiring thing on the bus this morning: a kid who looked like he was about 11-years old, sitting quietly and reading The Collected Stories of Franz Kafka.