Archive for January, 2004

If you live in Arizona, specifically anywhere near Tucson, and you want to know more about Howard Dean, he’s having an event tomorrow morning. I know this because my husband is helping organize it. Details are on his site here. Bryan looks like this, but he probably won’t be wearing a crown. If you see […]

Things this guy on the bus would like you to know:

You’re wearing wingtips. Wingtips could be Quaaludes and quickly released.
The army wants us to acquaint with action. No comment.
Brown, Jerry Brown, Willie Brown, Brown-eyed girl.
One is the loneliest number.

Evany says:
“Do you ever wake up feeling blue for no discernable reason and immediately start to wonder if maybe there is a reason, after all? And then you easily come up with a long list of really good reasons for why you might find yourself feeling blue? And then you start to feel shitty […]

I knew someone, somewhere would have a photo of Lane’s neighborhoodie. Jeff snapped one; the sweatshirt says Financial District.

I wish Jen and Jeff were my parents. Welcome little Arlo.

I’ve had several people point out my mistaken impressions about the OPP song. At first, I thought my white-girl interpretation was part of the charm, but the email has gotten out of hand so I’m publishing a correction. Below is my favorite explanation from one Gregory Lopez, who seems like a very nice guy:
Re: […]

-What happened?
-He knocked my drink out of my hand.
-Why?
-I asked his girlfriend to move over a little so she wasn’t bouncing into me.
-And he got pissed? Probably thought you were hitting on her.
-Yeah. He was like, “You givin’ my woman trouble?”
-He actually said, “my woman?”
-Yep. He was right up […]

We head to the Mission for our hangover breakfast. It being mid-January in California, we decide to sit outside. During a pleasant lull in the conversation an older man zips by on a motorized cart. Our heads turn in unison to follow his progress up the sidewalk.
The cart is surprisingly silent, and quick. He stops […]

So I read here that the conga line is a dance developed by slaves who were shackled together. I sort of wish I didn’t know that.
(And so I share it with you.)

Hey! I got nominated for a Bloggie for best tagline. I found out when I read it on Josh’s website. Anyway, a big thank you to whoever nominated me. Sally forth, my tens and tens of readers; vote like people who enjoy my tagline! I heart winning things.