Category: Autobiographical
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Well, sir, if you’re going to bring a nice suitcase like that, it’s going to get a little shredding
In fact, I even overheard one reservation in process get cancelled simply because the man on the phone hated cats. That’s a serious hatred of cats. That or it was actually his wife who wanted to go to the coast and finally found a reason to get out of it. “But honey! There’s a cat!…
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“Number 15: Your cool hat! Number 14…!”
Went and saw a musician last night (Greg Brown and Bo Ramsey – definitely more Michele’s style, but they were very, very good), and as we were walking to the car past them as they were smoking afterward. In order to maintain some semblance of cool, we simply gave them a little, “Great show, thanks,”…
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Albums & Songs, Part 1 of Probably A Dozen or So…
Of course, categorizing people is always absurd, limited, and sometimes genocidal. Also, I suspect this little categorization will remain solvent until – at best – the end of this paragraph. BUT! It seems that there are song people, and there are album people. See? Even writing it, I feel like, “Yeah! Damn strai… well, kind…
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And That, Ming-Mai, Is Why I Acted Like I didn’t See You When I walked By You At The Bus-Stop The Other Day…
I still eat olives – I love olives. However, should you and I ever find ourselves eating olives together, and the olives have pits, I will – I assure you, I will – say to you at some point as you reach for an olive, “They have pits. Just so you know.”
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Back From San Francisco
Just got back from a week in San Francisco. What a great city. Wow, though, do I not miss needing at least an hour to get anywhere you’re going. Wow. I think I can safely say we did the hell out of our time there – I’m exhausted. The main reason for the trip was…
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Praise me like you should!
Second weekend of the play, Art. It’s been going well, overall. Mediums-sized audiences. I never now how to respond when people say, “great play” to me afterwards. It’s not actually praise. Which is fine, I don’t want false praise, in fact the whole thing where you come out afterward makes me painfully uncomfortable. “Hi, everyone! …
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Like A Moth To…: A) A Bulb B) A Flame C) A Window
Just finishing up a PhD course in rhetoric this week. I have such a love-hate relationship with academia. So many terrible experiences, so few good ones. So many instances where I’ve felt like I was jamming the square peg into the round hole. It’s been a good class, but I can’t help but wonder if…
Joel Clements 