Two days in France, eight kids aged 4 – 11, seven of them girls: the 10 and 11 year-olds are allowed to drink Champagne. We eat lunch just before 4, then dinner at 11:15. They all drink coffee afterwards, about… Read More ›
humor
The Chair of Forgetfulness
It is a small world on the Internet. The Web expands and contracts, and as it moves, we are all connected to it. Dawn calls it The Chair of Forgetfulness because when she sits down to look into it, time… Read More ›
Food Float
I volunteered to work at our local Starbucks yesterday, something that the corporate people do around the holidays. We are more a nuisance than help to the baristas, but since I had worked in the stores at one time, I… Read More ›
Synchronicity
I ran my hand over my hair and it felt waxy, like a crayon. Losing interest in bathing can either be a sign of depression or liberation: it depends on how long you go, and why you’re not doing it.
Ground Rules
Meetings are hard to run. You get no training in advance, you just have to figure it out. It’s a public display of you trying to figure it out, and failing in the process. That is, of course, how we… Read More ›
French Razor Cut
I booked a haircut online with our in-house stylist, at work. I chose the French Razor Cut because it sounded exotic, and I imagined the guy would be using a straight razor in that quick, jerky manner they do, with… Read More ›
Paperboy
Is the paperboy dead? Here is one part of my life which is being carried out to sea by history. In the early 80s, I made a couple thousand dollars delivering newspapers. It taught me to set my alarm, be… Read More ›
Stress-Free Christmas Tree Erection
The key to a stress-free erection is the fake tree, which unfolds as easily as an umbrella, comes pre-lit, and stands perfectly straight every time. There’s no sap, no haggling with the farmer, and no bungee-chording it down to the… Read More ›
English 413
This was a senior-level English poetry class I got into as a sophomore. We met in a log cabin on-campus and sat in a circle, facing each other, as we read our poems and critiqued one another. One night we… Read More ›
