Sometimes I think if it all goes really really sideways, Diana and I will pack up the menagerie and head towards the sea. I remember thinking that you could do far worse than beach bum living when I was a teenager, and now faced with the prospect of widespread bummery I think the ocean sounds …
I think, after several weeks of utter interal silence, I’m actually starting to get the political writing bug again. I blame Teddy Kennedy and Hillary Clinton for awesome speeches. And great writing from my former editor about a certain Massachusetts senator doesn’t hurt, either.
I was just writing a little for some analysis work, and in describing a recent bill for a gas pipeline passed in Alaska, I wrote “State legislators in Iraq…” You know, Iraq, Alaska, same difference.
1) I’m going to disable the Twitter Update autoposts thing and just write more. I had a busy week last week, but as I only have my analysis work for London and my thesis to occupy my time now – as opposed to those things plus a full time job – I will have the …
Hancock: Awesome. It would probably be a pain in the ass to be a super hero sometimes. Also, if you liked half of it and hated half of it, I liked it for precisely the reason you hated it. Wanted: Awesome. Like Fight Club and The Matrix but with better dialogue and cool bullets. The …
is icing his rib. Puppy class with Molly was an adventure. # is feeling better. # As Sam Donaldson would say, this reporter needs a drink. And possibly nachos. # I installed a new light in the kitchen. Okay, so it was a lightbox bulb, but this is big for me. #
The other day, Diana turned to me while we were both working in the office – hers, an early draft of a term paper; mine, some risk analyst thing or another about bridges and tunnels – and she said “Did you know that we don’t really remember things as they happened?”