Sunday, September 23, 2001
I think that the wall-eyed kooky guy I met awhile back might be homeless now. He’s been hanging out in the park near my building for the last few weeks. He sits on a little duffell bag, among the homeless kids and dogs laying in the grass, staring into space as if he’s [...]
Friday, September 21, 2001
Yesterday, George Bush gave a speech, his voice was steady and his gaze was steadier. No deer-staring-at-the-headlights or afraid-someone-will-ask-something-hard expressions tonight. Bush’s wife sat in between Tony Blair and Rudolph Giuliani.
Monday’s Late Show opened with Letterman sitting stiffly behind his desk. He talked about whether or not he should be [...]
Sunday, September 16, 2001
I was being watched and was therefore self-conscious, eating my coffee cake. She was a presence, two seats over, occasionally peaking at me from over the last few pages of her book. I awkwardly tried to throw out ice-breakers - but my feeble efforts and her brief responses caused only a small amount [...]
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
A woman in Albuquerque collapsed while testifying in the murder trial of her son’s alleged killer, she died shortly after. It turns out that one of the men who was recently charged with committing fraud in the McDonald’s Monopoly contests had donated a game piece worth one million dollars to a children’s hospital. [...]
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
After the last post I remembered this from an old version of this site. I don’t remember what triggered it.
It requires just as much energy to maintain my composure as it does to stop functioning. I assume this applies to other people & that that’s the reason we don’t crumble everytime the ground [...]
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
It took awhile for the news of the hijackings and attacks to sink in. I got up late and I listened to NPR - not hearing the words. I dialed-up, checked my email, and launched a browser. I had a message from Fiona in the UK, “All i can say is that [...]
Sunday, September 9, 2001
A few notes about the tactile experience of reading my copy of A Sort of Life by Graham Greene:
Greene described particularly adventurous events as “Buchan-like”.
In the upper right hand corner of my copy a previous owner has written his name, “Ross Jones”. On the same page, placed carefully between the Los Angeles Times and [...]
Friday, September 7, 2001
The man who sold me my digital camera had the posture of the Jack Lemmon character in Glengarry Glen Ross.
Another customer was paying for his top of the line unit at the same time that we went over to the cash register to finish up my transaction, my salesman maneuvered awkwardly around the other man’s [...]
Wednesday, September 5, 2001
My friend Jessica is doing what I merely dare myself to do. She quit her job, is selling all but a couple of boxes of her belongings, flying down to San Francisco, and taking the Green Tortoise to New York where she’s moving in with cousins.