It’s taken a while, but I’ve finally developed a mild addiction to Twitter. I signed up for it years ago when it was a new thing, but didn’t see it as being useful to me. I know there’s a reason for the 140 character limit, but it seemed arbitrary. Like saying you can’t use the […]
Read more "Goes Without Saying"Regardless of how weird your dreams are, Michael Chabon doesn’t want to hear about them. Pretty much the only thing I hate more than my own dreams are yours. “I was flying over Lake Michigan in a pink Cessna,” you begin, “only it wasn’t really Lake Michigan…,” and I sink, cobwebbed, beneath a drifting dust […]
Read more "The Weirdest Dream"In fact I know I was dreaming, because I kept waking up from it and thinking “I can’t believe I’m still dreaming this”. For whatever reason, my dream world insisted that I keep revisiting to work through the narrative to its illogical conclusion. This one involved seeing a photograph of Mitt Romney visiting our street […]
Read more "must have been dreaming"Full disclosure: this is another one of my crazy dreams. I found an old dachshund standing on our front porch late at night, and then saw a little boy – probably about 7 years old – on the sidewalk, and he told me that he had to get rid of the dog, and he was […]
Read more "leatherby"I was standing in the street in front of Mom and Dad’s old house at night, and there were no lights on in any of the houses, the streetlights were all off, and there was no moonlight. The houses were large dark silhouettes against the night sky. Periodically they were outlined by car headlights going […]
Read more "the dark end of the street"
