Archive for February, 2003

Did you ever have one of those days where every little thing just fell into place? Friday was like that for me. I got to my car fifteen minutes after I should have moved it for street cleaning. No ticket. I climbed in and rolled the windows down. It was February, but it was balmy; […]

Scenario: Young woman in her twenties is talking on her cell phone at the back of the bus. She is well dressed; she is alone.
Jus� call up, double your hours�
You ain� even got to fill something out, they should have you on file�
Just go in and talk to Jorge�
Yeah, do it. It�s easy�
It�s easy�
I gotta […]

About a year ago, Bryan and I started walking all the streets of the city together. Last night we stepped around some wet cement. Someone had scratched �antelope� on its surface. And that�s, you know, a good reminder to us all.

I�ve been spending way too much time on eBay in search of fun vintage things for the wedding. Every once in awhile I come across stuff that�s of no use to me, but is great nonetheless. I look like a corpse in tan, but could you just eat this silk-lined, cashmere dress? Or how about […]

A friend of ours just got a car; it is yellow and zippy. We drove along the coast, tried to think of a name for the car, and ended up out at the pet cemetery in the Presidio. I�d never been before, and the place is an odd mixture of pathos and hilarity. Best pet […]

Evan has taken a lot of shit over the years for keeping Blogger alive on his own after the original Pyras had, quite reasonably, given up hope. In fact, he’s still taking some shit from people who really should have risen above by now. I’d just like to take this opportunity to say thanks, Ev. […]

Just posted a new something up at The Morning News. Please go read “Life Lessons in Literature.”

Me: Yeah, I always thought he was a little off.
F: I think you’re right about that. It started to sink in when he’s telling me about this dress shirt he has, right?
Me: Yeah.
F: And it’s velour. . .
Me: K . . .
F: And he’s telling me about how he tie dyed it. […]

B-May fills out a San Francisco questionnaire.

On Saturday we went out for breakfast. The caf� we chose is owned by a cordial Asian family. The menus say EDDIE�S SOUL FOOD above a set of dancing penguins wearing bow ties. The red beans and rice are good.