“Why Did I Flinch?”

Last night–as happens every night–long before my cell phone alarm clock was due to bury its wake-up call in my ears like a pole-axe, I woke up. The reasons for this generally differ. Sometimes the people across the way have inexplicably switched their Klieg-level upstairs light on at 2:47 a.m; sometimes a Loud Scary Noise has taken place, and I must [...]

Charles Dickens: Light of My Life

I finally finished “Bleak House”, by Charles Dickens, this weekend. This book flattened me. It flattened me out like a pancake. I was a pancake and “Bleak House” was a heart-wrenching, delightfully satirical asphalt paver. That Dickens! He can spin a yarn. Where were you in my literature classes, “Bleak House”? Why did my professors [...]

“How can I tell you everything that is in my heart?”

One of my closest friends, Katie, recently stopped working where I work, and began working elsewhere. For a time, I felt as though my heart had been removed from my chest, and fed to panthers. No more “Good morning!” e-mail in the old Outlook inbox; no one with whom I could exchange an eloquent glance in [...]

Love, mortal peril, la dee da

Last week, on a day which erred on the “harried” side of the Harried-O-Meter, I went to lunch with my friend Hardy. Since he had his car with him at our place of work–hosanna!–we were able to wander further afield than usual, lunchily-speaking, and ended up at Irazu. But this blog is not about Irazu, [...]