Notes of a Freelancer

To anyone who doesn’t know me very well, or maybe even to people who have known me for a while, my recent change in employment arrangement m...

"Milk," and That Irritating Little Voice in the Back of My Head

I saw Milk yesterday. It's very, very good, making me by turns tearful, inspired, devastated, resilient, etc etc etc, for hours after I...

Don't be a jerk.

I was waiting for the train this morning, reading a book, caffeine giddy, and when the train pulled in I did my customary sweep of the avail...

College, cigarettes, and surrender

I just went out for coffee and the crisp fall weather that has settled in made me instantly nostalgic for college. Oh, it was so nice at Hun...

Identity politics are dead.

There must have been a time and a place for identity politics; in fact, I know that in the sixties and seventies it was a mobilizing force. ...

Service industries

A few times over the past week or so I have had this euphoric, gaze into the soft light, Coors commercial-style epiphany that I'm finall...

Problems with Butt-Enhancing Underwear

I don't think I'm much of a prude when it comes to sex and, say, the economy of sex, and the coexisting complexity and baseness of h...

Some Thoughts about the Apocalypse

It seems like no one wants to work anymore. I should know, because I don’t want to work anymore. (Perhaps this is one of those posts that ...

"Pink isn't just a color, it's an attitude!"

Yes, I saw it on Gawker first, but.... OK, I feel bad that I despise someone who is so young and so clearly does not have agency in terms o...

Reprehensible Acts

I've been spending the past four days in Reno and Tahoe—I met my Dad here and we visited my brother and his fiancée to go skiing and to ...

One More Year, One More Blog

Hi! My friend Ronckytonk inadvertently inspired me to return to blogging. But more on that later. Yes, my Dogsitting In London trip came t...