Archive for May, 2004

Hotel 71 in Chicago has three TV screens at the front desk, and several more in the bar. These screens play repeat-loop performance art of two guys in various positions in various boxes. (Now I’m standing in a box! Now I’m upside down in a box! Now the box is filling with water!) It was […]

The Morning News posted some of my etiquette advice yesterday. I’d have told you sooner, but I was on a plane to Chicago. Go read “Don’t Be Rude: When Guests Outstay Their Welcome.” And send me a question if you have one.
I’m in Chicago now, and off to Quincy on Friday. If you see me, […]

This year, we did Bay to Breakers as the Marching Schneiders a la “One Day at a Time“. We drew on mustaches, wore men’s undershirts, and carried plungers, and yet still the women drew attention. My favorite unsavory remark was from the guy who wanted a blow job:
Bottomfeeder: Hi.
Me: Hi.
Bottomfeeder’s friend: Where’s […]

Leah Peah just posted a brief interview with me.

Isabel Allende and 826 Valencia just produced a new student quarterly called Waiting to Be Heard. I helped proofread, and one student’s words struck me as particularly poignant. Ben Schuttish writes:
“President George W. Bush learned [war] from his father when his father was president, and now he is taking what he learned and applying it […]

Rebecky’s small, but consequential book:
Sela Ward is more attractive than Shannen Doherty
Evany’s final exam commentary: “Is there a word for ‘not one flash card I fashioned was in the least bit relevant to the exam I just took?’ No? Maybe in German.
Hula Hooping by Heather.

Best parts of A Home at the End of the World by Michael Cunningham:
“I was my father’s daughter. i wanted to be loved by someone like my tough judicious mother and I wanted to run screaming through the headlights with a bottle in my hand. That was the family curse. We tended to nurse flocks […]

When my niece and nephew come for a visit, I’m surprised by their utter lack of concern about dirt and germs. Trevor likes to pick things up out of the gutter and roll them around in his hands. Then he rubs his face. Emma touches absolutely everything. She runs her hands along anything at hand […]