Category: bodega

I last tracked my peak flow (breathing/lung-capacity) on 5/2, just before my trip to New York. This is mainly because of my workload and stress but it’s not a good thing. When under stress I need to be sure to do the things that help keep me on an even keel, which includes tracking my…

Ten hours sleep, weird feverish dreams (about all-hands meetings in strange nonexistent hybrid entities, about chapters to be revised, about people I worked with ten years ago), and then waking with that remarkable feeling: the worst of the deadlines have passed. There are just incidentals left to handle (intro, acknowledgements, dedication, part openers, color insert,…

In the current blogging craze tipping point moment (a computer book author list I’m on right now is discussing MovableType under the thread “Is MT is or is MT ain’t the shiznit?”), I got to wondering if, as usual, porno pioneered yet another micromedium. I mean, the people who market the make-your-own-porn-site kits always include…

Slowly but surely the extreme imbalances of the last few years are subsiding. Things are still uncomfortably overscheduled, but I can feel things about to ease off. Listening to the Pixies today, my mind improvised “On a wave of mild elation.”

When clipping you fingernails with toenail clippers.

Slept in, scanned the Sunday Chronicle, had scones and toast. It’s coming down hard outside (of course, B watered extensively yesterday) and the cat is acting a little stir-crazy. Next we’ll have a second pot of coffee and skim through the tape of Will Ferrell’s last SNL appearance as a cast member. Finally, we’ll get…