It’s that time of the flu-day when my lucidity reaches its apogee. That’s not saying much; I’ve just tried to make a couple of phone calls, and I’m certain that I came off as a rambling lunatic. Moreso than usual, anyhow. Movie reviews. Rabbit-Proof fence was pretty good. I’d hoped for more. But good. Lolita […]
I’m sick. But I’ve been recording movies of TV on our PVR, anticipating this day. Rabbit-Proof Fence, Anna and the King, Lolita, Gunsmoke, Mad Max 2, Indecent Proposal…the list goes on. When I’m lucid, I can work. But when the ol’ brain starts to atrophy, movies!
Ten years ago this minute I was sitting in a small lean-to in the Georgia Mountains, with six months of hiking yawning before me. One day previous my friend Jimmy had given me a ride from Charlottesville down to Springer Mountain, the southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail, and set out to walk to Maine. […]
I want to have five hundred people at my wake. I want people to come from thousands of miles around. I want hundreds of burly men to cry like babies. I want a wall twenty feet wide and ten feet high covered with enormous bouquets and wreaths. I want every delivery man who brings flowers […]
I’m leaving stupid-early Tuesday morning to attend my uncle’s funeral in Massachusetts. I won’t be back until late Thursday night. The iPod is full of This American Life episodes, the car is loaded with luggage, and the pup has been boarded with family.
I wore a Gary Dineen Hockey School jersey to middle school one day in sixth grade. Sports gear was all the rage then—Champion brand was by far the coolest. So my Champion brand genuine sports duds made me mildly cool, or so I figured. But nobody was as impressed as my teacher, Mr. Frankel. Mr. […]
Where should I go in downtown Richmond for my $7.87 dinner? This hotel is nice enough, but I’ve been working here for an hour now, and I’m bored and hungry.
I just paid my car tax bill. Thanks to Gov. Gilmore, I saved $7.87. I’m gonna go buy myself something pretty.
I bought a copy of my credit score last night, and damned if it isn’t within a hair’s breadth of perfect. For that, I thank Virginia National Bank. I opened my account the moment that they set up shop in July of 1998 (my account number is three digits long) and, like all of their […]