Category: Odds & Endz

It’s a Tori Spelling kind of afternoon, with 90210 reruns on FX and Co-ed Call Girl on the Limetime Movie Network. Getting Direct TV was a really BAD IDEA.

My younger brother Daniel helped me adopt a manetee for my birthday. Her name is Ariel, she lives in a protected water habbitat in Florida and is doing great.

So David Hasslehoff has checked himself into the Betty Ford clinic for help with his alcoholism.

How sad.

I’ve been told my sneakers still smell like goat.

Hey I know I haven’t been around much lately. Mix Weekend just concluded this afternoon and thus we return to the real world of deadlines and responsibilities. I’ll wrap it all up tomorrow…

On the way home, the guy sitting across the train from me had a black baseball cap on emblazoned with the words “Fuck Everybody.” We both got out at the same stop and I went 2 blocks out of my way to avoid making eye contact.

So Suzan and I had a fabulous Saturday in Oakland, hanging with our friend Laura, whom we haven’t seen in the months since she moved out of the neighborhood, visiting the Oakland Rose Garden (which is stunning even for the non-floral) and seeing Monsoon Wedding, which is even more stunning and then, in a truly awful display of cheesiness, eating Indian food for dinner. It was after 11 by the time we got to bed and I thought I could still get up at 6 to run Bay to Breakers, do the race and get home in time to finish Rick Moody’s new book, The Black Veil before I interview him tomorrow.

Ha! The book is barely done, I feel sleep deprived all over so I called buddy Jish whom I was supposed to meet at the starting line with other buddy Kristin and aprised him of the situation. He was understanding.

I must have needed it because I slept until 9 and have been motoring away on Moody since. It’s going to be a long, wet day of reading.

So last night I’m on the phone with my friend Dinah and suddenly I find myself thinking “Why is my desk lamp walking?.” “Why does it feel like this whole building is on a cheap pair of rollerskates?”

My first earthquake. Now, I ain’t from this part of the world. Back home we got tornados, blizzards, and Kid Rock. But the earth moving means the world is coming to an end. So naturally it scared the piss out of me.

Anyway, Dinah’s quick fingers soon discovered the quake’s epicenter was somewhere near Gilroy and was about a 5.2 on the Richter Scale. Many earthquake web sites were jammed up so where did we go to find out the latest? Metafilter of course whose new motto should be “The world blogged in real time.”

Somehow I managed to miss the KFOG Kaboom for the second year in a row. This enormous fireworks show is done, free of charge, by San Francisco’s favorite radio station. KFOG (104.5 FM in the SF bay area) somehow has the clout to get the whole city out for its celebration and yet remains admirably independent of ownership from the radio cabaletry of Clear Channel and Infiniti Broadcasting. Bravo.

And what was I doing? Eating Thai takeout and watching Dr. Zhivago. Oy.

My hunting hat, now warn by my friend Britton’s dad. Well, almost. Mine has a brim.