For as long as I can remember, I’ve admired those who lived their lives just a little bit differently, taking pride in themselves, their work and their lives while at the same time being unafraid of doing things just a
A man never forgets. A man pays his debts.
You will no doubt have read the sad news in many other places by the time you read it here, but if you haven’t seen it yet, go take a look at Sydney Pollack’s obituary. I’m hardly qualified to comment
And then there were four.
(Crossposted here and in the Black Is Pink Livejournal community.) It has been two days, and it is still hard to write about. We said goodbye to Lilith on Monday. She had been diagnosed with lymphoma in early February. We
How I Spent My Summer Vacation, Part Two
Joe and I set out on what was to be the longest trip of my sabbatical — ten days — on Monday, June 25. We had decided to make the trip to the Bay Area in two hops each way.
How I Spent My Summer Vacation, Part One
Y’know, I don’t think I ever actually did have to write one of those essays when I was in school. Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever did, or if it was something that just got made up for sitcoms and
Caught Up In the Cup ….
…. so much so that I haven’t had much of a chance to really blog about it. I’m going to try and play a little catch-up here … topically … Team USA: “If you’re not ready to play, you shouldn’t
Musings on early matches
I am not a very big soccer fan, but the interest has been with me for years. I first started getting into the World Cup during the 1990 tournament — which I think was the first year US television finally
Down Before Up
Here’s a question: is it really a rollercoaster if the big drop is right at the beginning, before any climbing up? That’s the way this day, our first full day at the World Horror Convention in San Francisco, has gone.
What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?
“I will be myself as a grown-up. I wouldn’t be anything else.” –Taiga Endo, age 5, answering the question “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I want to be a knitter. I want to play the
Dreams of Quaymet
What follows is one part review, one part appreciation, and one part musings on the threads of causality — at least when it comes to the stories I’ve been trying to tell for so many years. Somewhere around the time