Tag: Eric
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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,…
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Wonder Killer
I no longer trust anyone using a pay phone. I realized that the other week, watching someone hunched over a pay phone, reading something off a crumpled piece of paper. Was he lost? What was he doing? Sure, not everybody can afford a cell phone, I know that. But homeboy’s standing next to a Pizza…
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the first christmas
success and turkey Reason #903 to keep a journal: You nice people sent me cards and presents and made me feel less alone this holiday. Thanks for that. One of the best gifts we got this year was from Eric’s mom: a digital camera attachment for the Visor Handspring. You just hold up your Handspring…
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food fight
a world of cooks in my kitchen So, this is interesting. I have found out that if you look pathetic and lonely you get all sorts of cooking advice. Keep that in mind for the future, people. It’s quite handy. I have seen the panic in people’s eyes when I say, “Yeah, I don’t know.…
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Paper Trail
out of control. I spent all day finishing up my recap for Gilmore Girls, which is up. If you hate waiting around to read about notification on the new Gilmores here, you can always sign up for the mailing list at MBTV. Then I did some phone calls, had lunch/dinner, had more phone calls, opened…
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I Best Recognize
not too late I don’t think it’s too late to do this. In fact, it’s what I’ve been thinking about for the past few days. I’m thankful that I got to go home this past weekend. I’m thankful that not only I got to spend time with my family, I also got to spend time…
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A Still Day
despite the puppies There are dalmatians outside my backyard. All along Sunset they’ve placed inflated puppies on top of the buildings. They loom over the street and threaten to snap off and hit a car at any time. Sad, floaty puppies staring at us, begging to be cut free, wishing they weren’t stuck on enormous…
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It's Been Busy
welcome to the hotel california Perhaps I should explain life with Ray and that will explain why I haven’t written since Thursday. Actually, once I explain, then perhaps you’ll understand why the last entry was filled with typos. Wednesday we arrived with Chris. Chris stayed until Saturday morning. We all slept on the hardwood floor,…