Posted on April 19, 2003 in The Orange
I wanted to stand up, point to the guy, and cry to the instructor: “Flunk that man! He’s not getting it!”
Posted on April 19, 2003 in Roach-B-Gone
Where I come from, there’s a word for people who can only harp on one thing: a one trick pony.
Posted on April 18, 2003 in Book of Days Prose Arcana
A white marble-monument, a pyramid with a gigantic bead perched on it, ten feet past the last twisted stand of manzanita.
Posted on April 17, 2003 in Morals & Ethics Satire
For a contrary view on the meaning of Christianity, read Matthew 5: 3-11.
Posted on April 17, 2003 in Milestones
I don’t consider myself an expert on married life. I do, however, recommend it when you choose carefully and thoughtfully.
Posted on April 17, 2003 in Book of Days Nature Neighborhood
The habitable part of our condominium ends its fall from the sky at a long seam separating its concrete foundation from the tarred over asphalt of our cul de sac.
Posted on April 17, 2003 in Milestones
Keep your hearts open for the success of Crazy Tracy’s surgery.
Posted on April 17, 2003 in Censorship War
A very clear case that the guns of our government aren’t being pointed in defense of our freedoms but in direct assault against them.
Posted on April 16, 2003 in Adolescence Book of Days
I only learned what a dick was because boys drew graphic pictures of the things all the time — hair, urine, and wrinkled skin — and pointed.
Posted on April 16, 2003 in Blogging
It’s dead stuff, lifeless, removed, experience that isn’t experience at all.
Posted on April 16, 2003 in Pointers
Conversation got hot in the comments for my Open Letter to Jeanne d’Arc.