Archive for March, 2008
Whistlin’ Jack
This video comes with instructions.
Redemption
It wasn’t really strange for school officials to give me a pink blanket last fall. It accordingly sat next to my desk in its bag for exactly three days while I wondered who might want it.
No more freeloading
I’m not looking for pity. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m sharing my happiness. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so engaged, and I’ve missed the feeling.
I’m not old enough
We all left, no doubt, with the same thought: Let’s not wait another four months to do this.
Things move fast in China.
A new entry for the improv book
OK, I’m single. I admit that at the outset, acknowledging my lack of understanding regarding romantic relationships. But how exactly do you end up as the boyfriend in this situation?
Hand-drawn mirror
It’s scary when someone else tells you about your life.