Month: June 2005

  • (and the pills I have to take are blue)

    The shingles kind of make me walk around like Bob Dole. I’m always clutching one arm that’s curled up a little gimpy. I’ve got a slight tension frown. All I need is the pen.

  • Dan presents: five rejected blog pitches, 2005

    Not posting on a blog for a while sure makes you rusty! Here are some entries I actually started on and then, just as abruptly, stopped. And for that…you are welcome. The pitch: What It Was Like For Two Months In New York The thesis: It was busy and it was effing hot. Reason I…

  • i can now, officially, raise the roof

    The very nature of a blog is self-serving, self-aggrandizing, self-important and selfish. I know that I write these thoughts down to entertain you while keeping a diary for myself, as I seem physically incapable of writing unless there’s a prospect of an audience. But some days, I do wonder what it means that I write…

  • Thanks, But No Thanks.

    I’ve never been good at accepting a compliment. I cannot explain the part of me that needs to negate the compliment. I always want to make it even, by knocking down whatever it was they just praised. I wish my brain automatically returned a compliment with another compliment, but instead it freaks out and explains…

  • rule of pam: the worse you look, the more likely you will run into old friends

    There is never a good time for you to wear your own t-shirt. I said this to stee last night as we got ready for the Rilo Kiley concert. I had just finished posting this, and realized I hadn’t worn mine yet. “Your Wonder Killer shirt?” stee asked. “You should wear it. It’s not like…

  • The Coolest Thing That Didn’t Happen To Me This Week:

    [readermail] Hey Pamie, Today I was wearing my brand-spankin’ new Wonder Killer t-shirt for the 1st time. I went to hear David Sedaris read and get my books signed. He’s very cool and funny. He was talking to those of us in the 1st 3 or so rows and signing our books. When he got…

  • Three Stories

    LA Story I felt my first real earthquake today. I mean one where I knew an earthquake was about to hit and then it did. I sat through lots of earthquakes when I lived in Palm Springs as a kid, but I don’t really remember them. We lived above the laundry facility at a hotel,…

  • plays well with others.

    Whenever I had to change schools as a kid, I’d always get really sick on the first day of school. It was always stomach related, and made me feel like I was going to throw up from sadness. In fact, I’d be so sad I could actually start heaving. It meant I almost always missed…

  • book drive update

    [readermail] Hi Pamela, Thanks for the successful book drive you had for Asha For Education, particularly the Kancheepuram District school children affected by the Tsunami. The funds have been sent to the concerned district Asha grass roots volunteers and work has already started. The first 10 village children have received the back to school educational…

  • nerves.

    It’s like a tennis ball got lodged somewhere underneath my ribcage, just above my diaphragm. That’s what it feels like after I eat. The only thing that makes it feel better is jamming my hand under my ribs, pushing in on my stomach. I don’t feel sick, I don’t have anything but the sharp pain…