I haven’t written much about him, my father.
There’s a brief cameo here and there — fragments stolen from conversations we’ve hadover the years, hard-earned insights of his that I plagiarize from time to time — but not much more than that.
He shows up a lot in my dreams. A comforting presence, one of spiritual authority [...]
My mother has this game she plays.
“There are two kinds of people in the world,” she says,
“Two kinds of faces.
Pig faces and fox faces.”
When she goes out,
to the market or a store or to a restaurant,
she says to herself as people pass:
“Pig Face, Fox Face,
Pig Face.”
She has a pig face.
She knows it.
But she didn’t always,
no, [...]
Just popping my head in — while the children battle for couch supremacy, while I put the finishing touches on this evening’s Festival of Leftowvers — to remind all of you that today is the 30th anniversary of the disappearance of Elvis Presley.
Also, thanks in part a a bout of insomnia that kept me up [...]
After the general activity and excitement of this past weekend, particularly the birthday celebration for my son, it seems to be somewhat anticlimactic to mention that I also managed to finish the third draft of the novel.
At this point, I can say that the majority of it works fairly well. Apart from some unavoidable contrivances, [...]
On this day, at almost exactly this same time, my son started to work his way out into life, thirteen years ago.
He saved me, plain and simple.
I was abandoned in a horribly lonely place, no chance of happiness.
But then he was there.
He protected me, focused me.
He brought me to life. At last.
We spent so much [...]
The latest issue of Wired Magazine has a section with all sorts of helpful How-To’s, including one on how to lay down music tracks using your iPod just like Jimmy Camp did on his album Captain America.
The print and web editions of the article mention Jimmy three or four times. However, Wired declined to [...]