Author Archives: robchristopher

I’m always writing on here late at night. Why’s that? Listening to some 1958 jazz before bed. Cold outside. Got the window cracked open because otherwise we’ll roast in here. That decaf is surprisingly good. Black. Work early. I think … Continue reading →

Last night I dreamed I was backstage with Dolly Parton. It was to be her first public appearance after restoring her breasts to their previous size; she had recently undergone a surgery to undo the effects of her previous breast … Continue reading →

I haven’t had any coffee, but my mind is racing like crazy. It must be the long phone calls that I’ve had this evening combined with the non-stop Christmas music I’ve been playing. And yet I’m sleepy too. And I … Continue reading →

I’m typing a few words before bed while Andy lies on my bed reading “Glamorama,” by Brett Easton Ellis. He’s never read an Ellis before, but already he’s burst out laughing a few times. He just started it. I have … Continue reading →

I’m still suffering from jetlag. My body thinks it’s rather later. I’m going to bed early anyway because I have work early. I felt as if I was in a bank of fog all day at work today. Not quite … Continue reading →

On Thursday I leave for 9 days in Scotland with my family. Meeting Mom & Dad at O’Hare at 1.00 … Mikey won’t meet us until Saturday morning in Edinburgh! He’ll fly transatlantic all by himself. That could be jarring … Continue reading →

This a huge country. We can’t recount every vote. I think Kafka, had he ever finished it, might have made up something like this for the climax of his novel “Amerika.”

So maybe things are all a little less surreal for us now, but it’s still weird. Long day at work tomorrow & back to work tomorrow morning. Enough time tonight to write a bit, have a beer, chat … listening … Continue reading →

Too much coffee! I’m all jittery & I can’t type to save my life. Why did I get so wired so soon on my day off?

We went to bed at about 1.00 am, when it looked like a sure thing for Bush. For the next 35 minutes, I lay there in the dark, listening to the steam in the pipes and trying hard not to … Continue reading →