Category: bodega

I think all my web wandering recently, research for my Dreamweaver book, greater involvement in blogging once again, is leading to that feeling I described to B on the phone today as the undertow—the feeling of being dragged out to sea. My eyes have always been bigger than my stomach, and my stomach bigger than…

You light up my life. x-post: memewatch

Isn’t that some kind of Irish blessing? That’s kind of how I’m feeling these days. Trying to learn how to say No, how to decline, how to end things, how to stop.

There is a writer’s dilemma: how do I handle the most powerful, juiciest thoughts and felings I have, how do I write about them, possibly make them public, if they will affect other people, possibly adversely? Don’t I at least owe it to those people affected to tell them first before blathering about gelling thoughts…

Now that it’s (finally) raining again around here, naturally the freeways are filled with morning-commute accidents and delays (or they were a few hours ago). Combine that with the kid dropoff at Oakland High at the bottom of the hill I live on the side of, and you have the obstacle course I had to…

Reading my Livejournal Friends page I am reminded that I am not fully socialized in this community yet. I have two friends besides the artsflow blog I set up, and 99% of the friends posts are by . I mean, Scot’s great and all, but I guess I need to read more journals and comment…