Month: August 2004

  • 7:45

    This is what I wrote for our writing group last night. The assignment was to write for fifteen minutes in first person present, from the perspective of you in college. I’m posting it here because why not, and because I’ve spent three hours today trying to fix a crashed computer. For the record, there’s only…

  • Dan’s not sad, but…

    You know when you’re in eighth grade and you listen to the same album over and over and over again until you think it’s going to bleed? I’m doing that now, and I’m not in eighth grade. I have listened to Elliott Smith’s Figure 8 probably five times a day for the past month. It’s…

  • Dan’s View From The…Front

    I thought business class would be “coach with a hot towel.” I was so wrong. So very, very wrong. See, I’ve done a little bit of traveling this year. I’ll never be what you call a “business traveler” or a “seeker of exotic locales” or a “person who likes going anywhere but to his friends’…

  • Last night at Sara M’s

    Last night at Sara M’s birthday party, I was this close to singing one of my go-to Karaoke songs, “Gloria.” RIP Laura Branigan.

  • are you kidding me?

    I can just go to the coffee shop as usual and work on my computer but now I get free internet access just because my computer has airport? Seriously, why didn’t anybody tell me about this sooner? Updates for those of you who have been emailing: Mom’s doing okay post-surgery. Her finger should be healed…

  • Baltimore? Can you help The

    Baltimore? Can you help The Book Thing? [thanks to Darcy for the link]

  • awesome.

    Is there anything more magical than that first second you go wireless? Answer: no. Every single day of this week has been filled with decisions from as tiny as “Do you want a sandwich or a salad for lunch?” to the big ones like, “What will we sleep on?” There’s a point yesterday when we’d…

  • Well, Dan knows what Oregon looks like

    Pam moved. I’ve been moving. But now I’m done moving. Oh, wait. No, I’m not. I just spent five days at the hippie wedding of two of my best friends in rural central Oregon, three hours from the nearest international airport. Five days of swimmin’ in the ol’ swimmin’ hole and whitewater rafting and spending…