Archive for November, 2007

Mushroom Soup For Me

Monday, November 5th, 2007

You know what smells better than garlic and mushrooms simmering in a pool of butter and olive oil? Nothing, that’s what. Except maybe five million dollars in cash. I bet that smells pretty good. Add some potatoes, a little dry white wine (what exactly IS dry white wine?), and fresh oregano, and you have this: [...]

Day of the Dead

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

Every year there’s a Day of the Dead parade through the Mission, ending in a park where people set up altars for their deceased loved ones and maybe creepy Uncle Fred. Just in case. Halloween in San Francisco used to go down in the Castro until people started getting stabbed. So they called it off [...]

Weekend Cheating Commences

Saturday, November 3rd, 2007

I’ve finally written my About Page. After two years of dithering. Which I consider above my usual standard. I’m quite capable of dithering for a decade. If you want to find out why I can’t read my own college diploma, go here.

Things People Have Written On My Bathroom Wall

Friday, November 2nd, 2007

A plan to remodel the bathroom is on the books. Also on the books is “add trim”, “refinish doors”, “install bookshelves” and “buy pony.” But I’ve decided that tasteful paint and plush matching towels are for sissies. I like the bathroom the way it is. Covered in graffiti. A year ago, I scribbled “Graffiti Bathroom” [...]

Aliens Don’t Seem To Be Among Us

Thursday, November 1st, 2007

The good news is, I don’t have an alien gestating in my abdomen. The bad news is, I only know this because no goopy green creature burst through my stomach wall to swallow the technician’s head in one slurping gulp. Apparently, when you have an ultrasound, you don’t actually find out what’s going on. They [...]