Thursday, December 20, 2001

Monday, December 17, 2001

I'm a bit jumpy today.

Monday, December 10, 2001

Toasty

I was given a toaster for Christmas. A bright and lovely thing with Toast Logic™ technology. I'm really eager to start making me some toast.

Friday, December 07, 2001

Our favorite Cocktail Nation artiste is expanding his horizons.

Wu are you?

Use it wisely, soldier.

Thursday, December 06, 2001

the graduate

I've been offered an advanced degree. No, not an honorary degree from the alma mater; this is wa-a-ay better:

U N I V E R S I T Y D I P L O M A S
Obtain a prosperous future, money earning (sic) power,
and the admiration of all.
Diplomas from prestigious non-accredited universities based on your present knowledge and life experience. No required tests, classes, books, or interviews.

See, if I'd known it was only going to earn me the admiration of some, I wouldn't have wasted all that time and money on a degree from an accredited university.

Thursday, November 15, 2001

My friend Will thinks my life is like a movie, because New York seems one big soundstage in his eyes. Lately, it's been a little too much Armageddon, not enough Serendipity. What say we all go to the Angelika and buck up a bit ?

Tuesday, November 13, 2001

study hard

More helpful linguistic info for the over-studious.

Round Table

I majored in English Lit, with a concentration in Medieval Studies and the development of the Arthurian tradition. We didn't get this far.

Friday, November 02, 2001

Still going through the leftovers? This might help you manage your sugar overload.

Monday, October 22, 2001

bill me

Civil liberties are always the first thing to go in a national security crisis.

Friday, October 19, 2001

Anyone who's ever tried to talk with me in a bar will find this familiar. Except that I do it without a soundtrack.

Thursday, October 18, 2001

Okay, I know it's really immature and like, sooo eigth grade, but I can't help myself: Oded Fehr. Oded Fehr. Oded Fehr. Sigh.

Tuesday, October 16, 2001

deep fried love

About a year ago, I went to Japan, in cahoots with the International Date Line to delay turning 30 by a few hours. Everywhere I went, someone was cooking takomaki in a small storefront. I finally caved and tried the roasted octopus balls, and ended up fleeing to a McDonald's. Now there's a takomaki joint in the East Village. Trust me, they're no better on this coast.

Furniture porn

Just like your poor, neglected bichon, your furniture acts up when you leave it home alone too often.