Witch guacamole! (item #14) Found in San Pedro at a very good hole-in-the-wall Mexican joint. In other news, I think I must be officially getting older, as I’ve been unintentionally waking up well before the alarm goes off all week. Then again, maybe it’s just because of all that I know I need to accomplish […] Read More..
Yesterday I learned that this Feedburner site can track various information about a blog, such as who’s reading the blog and how they’re reading it. I thought it’d be fun to try out, as a supplement to the Webalyzer provided by CULocalBiz, Google Analytics, and Google Webmaster tools that I already use to find out […] Read More..
The semester, that is. I experienced some roadblocks getting through the final paper for my “creative writing studies” class, and when I got to work this morning, T gave me an object that pretty well sums up where I was for the past week. But that’s over now, and holiday cheer seems to have begun. […] Read More..
Coming of age in the late nineties and early twenty-first century, blogs have played an increasingly important role in my development as a writer and my experiences as a student of writing. A couple of significant changes in the American cultural landscape in the second half of the twentieth century were in the process of […] Read More..
Twenty-seven. Just another day. But check this out. It’s important. Very important. Read More..
My next motorcycle helmet will be a stocking cap… Read More..
I know it’s hard to tell, but the picture above is some sort of minivan with a Menorah on top. I spotted it about a block away from home and decided that I had to stop and get a picture to share with some of my Jewish friends. The driver of the vehicle opened his […] Read More..
I was probably right to be nervous,lying on my back, looking up at her,when she began to smear Vaselineall over my lips. I grew very tense as she pushed, prodded, andtried to work herself into the proper spots. I gave myself orders:Relax.Be loose.Don’t forget to breathe. She kept at it with force,with determination. She knew […] Read More..
Winter in my childhoodwas two solid months covered by snow—late weekday evenings and early Sunday mornings,long, empty sidewalks and quiet alleys;my active young mind wandered aimlessly through fantasiesas my cold feet carried me purposefully along the daily route. I stuffed the bottoms of my pant legs into the topsof cheap plastic boots that sank well […] Read More..