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Archive for November, 2003

It’s 10:49 a.m. EST and I’m on the plane home. I say “home” with a sense of displacement, however, as these days I’m unsure where that safe place really is. If everything in life is so temporary, how can I choose a home base? I guess for now, home is just what is most familiar, [...]

Is that all there is? It seems like a terrible waste of heart.

Goodbye Hollywood Hotel. I am officially out. Two days till Boston.

My time here ticks away.

Schenley rink is finally open again. Everything I loved about my first winter in Pittsburgh has come full circle. Thursday night I stepped out gingerly onto an inch thick sheet of clear ice through which I could see concrete and various trapped brown leaves. The insensitive wind was accompanied by random flakes of snow flying [...]


The girl looked up, listening, and then turned toward the boy who had just freed himself. She pushed against his great chest and clung.
“Larry,” she said.
The other boy undid his fists and looked at the two of them, then turned toward us, with tears in his eyes and an uncomprehending look on his face.
“Too bad, [...]

Saturyne’s back in Boston now but we made a lovely mini-vacation of it — eating, sleeping, and antagonizing other people, as is the custom.
It’s been a hockey weekend, which of course never makes for a bad weekend. Saturyne’s good luck touch didn’t hurt either. First excellent news is that we won our game Saturday [...]

It’s come to the point where I have to address the issue of the blog comments. Now, I knew I was asking for trouble when I implemented the comments, but so many people were crying defamy of character that I had to add the feature just to get them to shut up. (And yes, I [...]

It’s a November summer in Pittsburgh. Now that I’m unemployed and my brain is wasting away (although I’m not sure it was any healthier prior to quitting) I decided it was high time to get thee to a bookstore and see if I remember how to read. It’s clear I’ve already forgotten how to write, [...]