Archive for December 2003

411: North end of Boston Listening to: A cappucino maker doing it’s thing Note: This did not occur during my sugar free December This is the best cappucino I’ve ever had. It was made for me by a young man of about 15, who works in this little bakery/coffee house in the North End of Boston.…

411: TenPenh, a stylishly expensive DC restaurant Listening to: Forks clinking, glasses chinking Host: “Hello sir, welcome to TenPenh, please follow Ann to your table.” (whispers) “Table 7, in the corner” Hostess: “This way, sir” <later> Host: “Hm, perhaps we should have a dress code..” Hostess: “Did you see that camera? I don’t want him…

411: Bedrock Billiards If my funeral were held today, you’d be listening to: Aretha Franklin’s “Say a little prayer” I quit drinking for December. Wait, backspace, I quit sugar for December, which by association means I’ve quit chocolate, bourbon, gin, beer, port, chocolate, soda, ginger ale, diet soda, fruit cake (good riddance), Krupin’s blintzes, and…

411: Somewhere in Fairfax, about $55 into a pot with four 3’s and a stone face. If my funeral were held today, you’d be listening to: David Bowie’s “Rock And Roll With Me” I’ve been playing a lot of poker. This isn’t really a problem. I don’t play for really big stakes, it mostly just keeps…

411: At home, writing the annual performance reviews Listening to: Luna’s “Jericho” album. (Yes, I’m up to the ‘L’s in ripping my entire CD collection. We’re at 30 gigabytes, and my iPod is full now.) As I sit here and watch the video wallpaper of Saddam, I have to wonder if he hadn’t taken a…

411: At work, I just rode the Harley in through the rain. Soundtrack: “As Long As I Live”, Jerry Lee Lewis It’s raining today. Weather.Com has those little cloud logos that suggest that I’m going to do exactly what I do every day but a little more miserably (ride the motorcycle into work and then…

411: Virginia, almost to North Carolina along state highway 17. Listening to: The imaginary sound of hobos trying to hop the train. Note: this is an entry from earlier this fall. My friends are getting remarried. They foolishly asked me to record the video for the ceremony. No problem. I spent the morning learning how to…

I can’t adequately express it, though I’m sure I’m showing symptoms of grief over Todd’s suicide. The moments of intense sadness, the inexorable hunt for details in the hopes of finding an explanation, the repeated listening to Satie’s sad piano compositions, and the morbid fascination with the bureaucratic wake that an unexplained death leaves: I’m…

If you live in San Francisco, you need to read my friend’s slate card for the upcoming runoff election at her blog. Also, I’ve decided not to be the old, grumpy uncle that bitches about politicians like Rep. Bill Janklow over Thanksgiving dinner. I’ve done something about it and you can too. There is no…

Rep. Bill Janklow’s (R-SD) trial started today. On August 16, 2003 about 4:30pm, Rep. Bill Janklow was speeding down a country road on his way home on a road he’d driven dozens, if not hundreds of times before. He ran a stop sign. He exceeds the speed limit often enough to have gotten 12 tickets…