Skiing – or, more accurately, rolling down snowy slopes like a 130 (FINE, 140) pound snowball on sticks – was one of the first items on my 2010 bucket list. I decided I was going to make it happen and two days later, an old friend emailed to ask if I wanted to go up [...]
As I walked out the door the morning we broke up, I deleted his numbers from my cell phone. A day later, I adjusted my blog so there was no mention of a relationship on my about page and the category devoted to the dog was gone. Last night, I erased my entire text message [...]
I’m sitting here in my very own apartment, posting from my very own internet connection. After three weeks of my computer connecting to nothing but the power outlet, which is a blessed invention but entirely lacking in photos of ferrets wearing purple top hats, I can’t even begin to tell you how good this feels. [...]
I don’t particularly believe in love at first sight. But just because I don’t believe in it doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened. Several times. I’m not sure what this means for the rest of my belief systems, but that is a pondering for another day. A day when my neurons are firing briskly and my blood [...]
I have an obsessive nature. If I like a TV show, I watch it religiously. I think about it when I should be pondering other things, like the state of the economy or maybe Sartre’s correspondence. I’ll look a show up on the internet and memorize trivia, trivia that eventually takes place of my zip [...]
If I answered my phone, I would have to talk to people. I spend the same amount of time avoiding conversation as the dog spends licking the floor hoping for drops of maple syrup. Or small bugs. I like people. I just don’t always want to talk to them. I prefer to intuit their thoughts [...]
I am surrounded by electronics. Pieces of equipment I can merrily flick on and off, without the slightest idea how any of it operates. When confronted with the wires that seem to mysteriously appear when you accidentally yank off a plastic control panel (next up, how I unintentionally hotwired a car), I start to stutter. [...]
I came of age in the era of internet courtship. I was wary of approaching random strangers in coffee shops or dark alleys, or wherever it is that you approach random strangers (I’m still not sure). So I decided to go cutting edge. Hiding behind a computer monitor was all the rage, and it was [...]
