California
Late evening, Wednesday, July 20, 2005 • 8 responses
Much has happened to me while in California throughout the last six years. I no longer check the “Single” box on forms asking for my marital status, for starters. My thoughts on a career in the academic humanities were whittled from idealism and passion down to cynicism and kind of embarrassment for the whole profession. I drove a car and rode a couple of bikes. I gained a few pounds, started a little website called etherfarm, made and lost a few friends, developed an almost criminal affinity for Vietnamese food, and um, gained a few pounds. Most surprising, though, is that in the last few months, I find the word “dude” causing hairline fractures in my anti-California-culture protective shield.
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Just before midnight, Sunday, May 08, 2005 • 7 responses
I have a confession to make. I have gone corporate. At the end of January I took a contract job with a large software company. …
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The wee hours, Monday, March 01, 2004 • 9 responses
As a followup to the last post, I’d like to offer the following responses to the responses and the following comments to the comments. I’ve waited until the first of March to post a followup so my bandwidth quota would reset.
- Thanks to bakerm45 of span fame for informing me that the real name for New England is Back East.
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Just before midnight, Tuesday, February 24, 2004 • 182 responses
I received no fewer than four less-than-savory emails from indignant southern Californians responding to my last post, which of course was the perfect inspiration for this post.
When I was a kid, one of my favorite toys was a wooden puzzle of the United States. Each piece, painted in a single bright color, corresponded to one of our 50 states. …
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Lunchtime, Tuesday, February 17, 2004 • 19 responses
My relative absence from this site can be attributed to a very busy week last week and a weekend trip down to the City of Angels this last weekend. I was summoned by the Grammy—not the award given to musicians who have successfully sold out—but by the Real Grammy™—Poog’s grandmother. On this issue the User Manual for PremarItal RElations (UMPIRE®) is quite clear: when the Real Grammy™ summons, you go. …
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Early evening, Thursday, February 06, 2003 • 4 responses
Got pulled over by a cop while I was riding my bicycle today. The conversation went as follows:
cop: “Pull over.”
me: “OK”
cop: “You go to school here?”
me: “Yes”
cop: “They teach you how to read at this school?”
me: “No, I learned that a long time ago.”
cop: “Perhaps you can tell me what S.T.O.P.
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Late afternoon, Monday, March 18, 2002 • 1 response
This photo was taken while picking my friend up from the airport today. Note, if you will, the juxtaposition of palm tree with snowy mountains. In the summer, there are brush fires in the mountains surrounding this city.
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