Pamela Ribon

Tag: Dan

  • strike life: laura and liz

    I just looked up “fatigue” on the Internet. That can’t be a good sign. I’m so exhausted, you guys. I can’t even explain it. One day during the Top Model strike, I went to visit Dan and sat with him for a second. He kept staring straight at his water bottle, the sunburn on his…

  • The Forgotten Writers Strike of ’06.

    Dan wrote a piece for the LA Times about the series of mistakes made last year during the America’s Next Top Model strike that left him out on the street, holding a sign, wondering where the hell everybody went. … I don’t forget, Dan. I never wear my red shirt without thinking of the first…

  • hmm.

    I’m thinking the roll-out of The Slow Roll means there might be considerably less Dan on this page. I’m concerned about diving into their dissertation of Elizabethtown because I think it might bring up all of the anger I have about that movie, yet again. (It always ends with me shouting about Susan Sarandon tapdancing.)

  • go, ray, go!

    I want to write about this weekend’s Festival of Books experience, but before I go all nerdtastic on you, and continuing the “Where Are They Now” aspect to my posts lately (Michelle is working on an update about her mom for all y’all), I have to give excited props to my former roommate Ray, who…

  • Sending Letters to the Universe

    Happy Birthday, Jeff “Old Man” Long. Uncle Junior is wearing a party hat and not much else. Dan, I miss you. Please come home soon. Al, if the B-52’s can write a love song to a wig, so can you. Rebecca, I cannot wait to throw down at your wedding…but how will we ever top…

  • stuck/unstuck

    stuck/unstuck

    “You know, it’s his other leg this time.” That’s what the vet told me when I brought Taylor in. It’s his other leg that’s injured. And as Taylor hissed and growled in my arms and the vet gave me this look, I felt like the worst pet owner in the world. How did I not…

  • paging austin: please send food.

    “You can, apparently, rent laptop computers at the Austin airport. And they have airport Salt Lick and Amy’s Ice Cream. In case you need that one last little taste before you go back to wherever. I already had my Salt Lick. We’ve got another couple of hours until our flight, which is more than enough…

  • The Marathon, Part Two (Miles 13-CrazyTown)

    The Marathon, Part Two (Miles 13-CrazyTown)

    [Previous entries: Pre-Marathon and Part One] Mile 13 As a reward, I put on my headphones. My marathon playlist keeps me moving. I see stee pass in his car down the highway. I’ll see him again in about an hour. I run the numbers. 15, 25, 27, 37, 39, 49, 51, 101. It’s all about…

  • The Marathon, Part One (Miles 0-12)

    “You know, your father was proud of you for more than just that race.” “I know, Ma.” “He just didn’t always know how to say it.” I got up at three in the morning. Sprang from the bed, actually, when the alarms went off. (Two different alarms). I got dressed. Wrote sleeping stee a note.…

  • Maybe I’m Crazy…

    “But why do you want to do this?” my mom asked in that tone, the worried whine of motherhood. “For a lot of reasons,” I answered. “Because I want to, and because I don’t think I can, and… well, probably because Dad and that race when I was in the third grade.” She sighed. She…