New Home  |  December 21, 2010

Your medium ate my message.

Shade  |  July 2, 2009

Walking around Montreux.

Mercy  |  December 22, 2007

Another pet story.

The Bachelor Party  |  September 9, 2007

Stripper midgets.

Precocity  |  March 6, 2007

Smoke ’em if you got ’em, for you’re a long time dead.

The Way Home  |  April 15, 2006

Dirty streaks on my window.

Turtles  |  September 3, 2005

The author is a bouncing ball, full of vim and vigour.

Squirrel  |  April 22, 2005

Learned helplessness.

Little Wisdom  |  February 16, 2005

From the mouths of babes…

The Watch  |  February 8, 2005

My brush with criminal behavior.

!Elementary  |  November 18, 2004

It’s hard to be Sherlock Holmes.

Geneva  |  November 14, 2004

Alcohol aids understanding.

A Full Stop  |  June 19, 2004

A rant.

Fish Bowl  |  June 10, 2004

The annals of temping.

Lolita Bras  |  March 22, 2004

A weatherbeaten yellow sign on the Lower East Side.

A Train Trip Out  |  February 26, 2004

Traversing the wilds of New Jersey.

Vocabulary  |  February 9, 2004

Extension of same.

Dreaming  |  January 28, 2004

Taking a stroll in New York in July.

Do not Disturb  |  January 4, 2004

Writing about marital bliss.

Saturday Night Fun, Part II (Familiar Faces)  |  November 27, 2003

Part II of a diptych.

Saturday Night Fun, Part I (Robotic Arm)  |  November 19, 2003

I went to my college’s alumni party last Saturday and saw some colorful people, and had some colorful thoughts.  Part I of a diptych.

Flipped  |  November 13, 2003

I rarely make bad decisions.

The Right People  |  September 27, 2003

How to do what you should and like it.

Another Evening  |  September 16, 2003

Wherein we cross the Street to get Ice Cream and ignore the rules of Capitalization.

Charmed Domesticity  |  September 9, 2003

An idyll.

Message  |  August 26, 2003

An e-mail.

A Depressing Entry  |  August 6, 2003

In which I whine and feel sorry for myself.

The Return Blues  |  July 14, 2003

A. and Lanie adjust to married life.

Leaving San Francisco  |  May 10, 2003

Yesterday was the last day of work. Today is the first day of moving. Packing things up and putting them...

Going, Going...  |  April 30, 2003

Gone.

My Father...  |  April 22, 2003

Fathers and sons, does this ever end?

Notice  |  March 25, 2003

I quit my job.

A Note From God  |  March 12, 2003

On my forehead.

Two Rings  |  March 1, 2003

Ruminations on just why the hell I move around so much.

Green  |  February 20, 2003

I got my green card yesterday...

A Tight Fit  |  February 1, 2003

On the mortification of flesh by denim.

The Form and the Substance  |  January 28, 2003

I am put out by the mess in my kitchen.

Christmas Fun  |  January 9, 2003

Ad-libbing erotica on Christmas Day.

Intro  |  November 15, 2002

A fuzzy recollection of arriving in America.  Also, the first piece written for Logodrome.

Bums  |  August 6, 2002

Something written very seriously has turned out to be a satire of a whiny jerk.  The truth shines through.

A Meandering Account of a Lazy Afternoon, Throughout Which my Neighbor Smokes Marijuana  |  July 28, 2002

(See title for description.)

Tuition  |  July 7, 2002

Notes of a delinquent individual.

Postworthy  |  July 6, 2002

An exchange about my home town, which used to be called the Father of Apples.

Tossing and Turning  |  June 29, 2002

Missing her on my birthday.

Life on the Antipodes  |  March 3, 2002

A glorious day.

The Amazing Disappearing Entry  |  February 19, 2002

I'm an engaged man now!  Women worldwide go into deep funk.

Lesbians Rule?  |  January 9, 2002

The questions girls get…

Back from the East Coast  |  November 27, 2001

Back from the East Coast.

Guitar  |  November 20, 2001

I stop bitching about having no piano to play and do something about it.

Concert  |  October 27, 2001

I go to a Jane’s Addiction concert … alone.  I make new friends, whom I will unceremoniously blow off later in the year.

Just Another Exchange Overheard in my Apartment  |  October 21, 2001

My roommate chatting with his friend.

My Restless Fingers  |  September 24, 2001

I miss playing the piano and it’s making me antsy.

Wanderlust  |  September 22, 2001

Missing Nicaragua.

September 11  |  September 11, 2001

Waxing prophetic on the day of the disaster.

“What’s your pleasure, sir?”  |  September 4, 2001

A. begins his new life in San Francisco.  Little does he know.

If I Had a Penis…  |  August 21, 2001

If I had a penis… (I really do, this is just a song.)

Apartment Hunt  |  August 20, 2001

I read Burroughs while high on caffeine and stuff.

Hello, world!  |  August 20, 2001

The first entry of the old, defunct blog.