Category: bodega

For the first time in months I keep feeling disinclined to report on my thoughts and observations here. Hard to explain why, except that I seem to have an awful knot in the pit of my stomach.

Took a break from working on my book today to run three errands along Lakeshore and Grand aves today. First, I parked in the large lot on Lakeshore and walked by the crowd outside Peet’s across the street to my friendly bank from Washington that came in and bought up all the banks a few…

per and a bout of joiner-ism: 1. What was your first job? Doorman/assistant to rector at my old parish church, the Church of St. Thomas More. 2. Have you ever had an affair or fling with someone you worked with? Define affair or fling? Dated without announcing it to the rest of the office all…

What’s with this quiz/popcult/metaphor meme that is sprouting like mushrooms along the blogging groutways?

If something is at the top of my to-do list and for some reason (usually unexamined) I don’t want to do it, then nothing can get done. Cork in the bottle, sand running through the hourglass. I’ve gone offlist. I’m off the grid. I’ve come unstuck in time. I don’t know which one of us…

Marijuana, marijuana L.S.D, L.S.D. Rockefeller makes it Nixon takes it Why can’t we? Why can’t we?