Somebody Set Us Up The Bomb
Sometimes I miss New Mexico, hours before the sun finally hits the ocean here and there the skies have embered out–Albuquerque as dog bowl, ordinances about light pollution. Bay bridge…
Read moreTwitternomena & the philosoftware bugs
RIP Whitney; go watch that video of her singing the national anthem at the Super Bowl in 1991. I think it would be a funny feature for a blog to…
Read moreReasons why a mother could hate her baby
Reasons why a mother could hate her baby Summarized from D.W. Winnicott’s 1947 paper Hate in the Countertransference wasn’t really her idea it’s not someone else’s kid “The baby…
Read moreWon’t you get on my back for a piggyback ride?
Weekend getaways can be so thrilling; upon my return, though, my bed punished me for my absence with a night of restless blanket-pawing. Let me first mention that my festival…
Read moreAdele’s Ill
Adele got sick and cancelled her bay area dates. Might be able to catch a show when she reschedules, I’m sure she’ll recover from laryngitis without incident. I adore this…
Read moreNovacane gets (sic) with it
Unlike most people competing for a lane on the Bridge at 6 today, I was on my way home from work. I’m kind of over the 90’s weekend on Live…
Read moreToday I don’t feel like doing anything
My first exposure to Bruno Mars was the hook for “Billionaire,” (NSFW, Fword) by Travie McCoy. McCoy is from Gym Class Heroes, who had the catchy but confusing “Cupid’s Chokehold.”…
Read moreProust’s Mandolin
Our googleplexed world affords us instant confirmation about the folly of originality. I’m glad this Dwight Ozard fellow saved me the trouble of articulating most of my feelings in defense…
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