Pretty quiet most of my life, drank some rum and cokes, on an eight-year hot streak with my lady, dumb enough to have a baby, smart enough to raise it. Him.
Congrats to Rett and Keiko! And anyone else who just had a baby but I don’t know about it. But especially Rett and Keiko!
Recently had an Arkansas Rockers dinner with a number of Bay Area folks, but there are still more out there. And yay! My brother is coming to visit us!
Previous book? Neuromancer.
I too am envious of the NYC-Philly trekkers. Let me be transparent and say that I was less interested before seeing photos of delicious fried things covered with sauce.
The other day the children’s librarian asked me to add a leaf to the My Favorite Book tree next to the front door. I bet nobody else put up a leaf that recommended The Executioner’s Song.
Eight fifty-five a.m., September sixteenth, two thousand and nine.
Brooke — I’m glad you’re pitching Housekeeping, which I could not read but enjoyed immensely.
Check out my friend John Green’s animation. His is #6. It includes a teddy bear named Henry.
I am enjoying Simpler Times, $2.99 a six-pack at Trader Joe’s. Simpler Times, with 6.2 percent alcohol by volume. First it takes you back, then it takes you down.
If anybody’s at the corner of Oak and Divisadero on a Wednesday morning, come look me up at the laundromat. It’s a card-op laundry that claims to be a coin-op laundry. I’m usually slumped on a bench or slouching against a countertop, my eyes staring dully from beneath an A’s cap. See you there! We can visit the truffle and coffee shop around the corner.
We are in charge.
Went in for an ultrasound. The baby is supposed to be 20 weeks and 2 days old; they say that he’s more like 20 weeks and 6 days old. That’s right. I said He. Our kid has long fingers, a spine, ribs, big feet, and a penis. It’s a Murphy.
So it turns out 4/20 is a big day in San Francisco. Sharon Meadow was a convention of every person your parents ever warned you to avoid. And it turns out that pushing a double stroller carrying two toddlers will get you a lot of solicitation. Best cover for a narc I’ve ever seen.
Sample of sidewalk art from the Haight:
“Girls in heels don’t pay for their meals”
An image of a girl in heels is included.
The two year-old I take care of spotted this picture and told his mom that it was him and me:
So far I have taught my young charge to say “For God’s sake” and “Craptastic” along with various Spanish words. I am a linguist at heart. And a bullshit artist by day.