It’s been too long. You might notice the blog looks a little different; I (somewhat inadvertently) migrated it to a wordpress hosting account, and in the process lost most of the design modifications I’d done previously. Ah, well. I’d work on making it look better, but I’m frantically trying to finish a draft of . . . → Read More: Just Smile All the Time
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Quite possibly one of the biggest downsides to living in Los Angeles, in my opinion, is the lack of good thunderstorms, like the one in the video below. Via the Chicagoist blog, (sister to our local LAist) I learned about a storm in which lightning struck three of the Windy City’s tallest skyscrapers at . . . → Read More: Thunderstorms Okay, okay… so it’s been a while since I’ve posted on the blog. But I’m a busy guy! Whew. Heart, Palpitating In recent weeks, I’ve done lots of fun stuff here in LA: The Donut Summit, where I met lots of cool new people, ate a bunch of fried sugar, and composed a . . . → Read More: On the Move So today was the day I was going to get married, until plans changed back in November. It’s been an interesting six months, characterized by a somewhat busy semester at school, the frantic preparations for and execution of our week-long international conference at work, and infrequent bursts of effort on my thesis project. On . . . → Read More: The Anniversary You were, as the kids these days might say, tardy to the party. In your misguided, frantic, and seemingly pathological efforts to keep everyone’s attention on you, you neglected the ever-important duty of keeping track of what your competition was up to. They one-upped you, and it was almost like you were asking for . . . → Read More: Into the Clouds As his family had done for countless centuries, the cobbler labored long hours each day to make shoes for the good people of the village. The shoe-making techniques his family passed down through the years yielded shoes that were of peerless quality, and the good people of the village would wear no other. When . . . → Read More: The Shoeless Shoemaker This was written in response to a suggested experiment approach, involving rewriting part of Genesis as a way of working in a distinctive voice. I’m posting it today in honor of Zombie Jesus Day. Enjoy! 1. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day before the end. And God saw everything that . . . → Read More: Terminus I could still taste the runny yolks in the back of my throat as I walked along the red-brick sidewalk, my vision blurred slightly by the few persistent tears I couldn’t quite manage to suppress. The only thing Jeanine does worse than babysit is cook eggs. She definitely can’t cook eggs like Mom, who . . . → Read More: Eggs Tell me a story, she said. Her voice was sleepy and her eyes half-closed. I began to tell a story. In English, she said, as she did every night. I want to hear a story in English. But you won’t understand. It doesn’t matter. I want to listen to you tell me a story . . . → Read More: The Story this week’s writing experiment. with apologies to Haruki Murakami One beautiful August afternoon, at a food truck on some narrow side street in west LA, I ate the 100% perfect burrito. Honestly, there was nothing about it that made it particularly delicious. It didn’t seem to have any special ingredients. The underside of the . . . → Read More: The 100% Perfect Burrito |
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