I’m not exactly the world’s most social person. This is a bit of an understatement. Much has been made lately at my place of work of the classic old Myers-Briggs personality tests and their typologies. I have to smile wryly…
Category: A Day in the Life
Postcards of the Hanging
Yes, I received your letter yesterday about the time the doorknob broke. When you asked me how I was doing was that some kind of joke? Late afternoon rushing down the steps for the train whose destination I can only…
Did I Miss a Memo?
No one came in to San Francisco today. The train felt almost post-apocalyptic. Of course not a real apocalypse. How could the trains still be running after a real apocalypse? And there would be no others aboard rather than the…
The Race Goes On
My job is making me a racist. I probably mean something very different by this than you might expect. Perhaps because my definition of “racism” is as much “awareness of race” as anything else. I could go into an extensive…
Storey’s Favorite Stories
I just assembled a PDF packet of my seventeen favorite short stories of all-time. Given that the short story is probably my favorite use of the written word, this was a pretty big undertaking for me. I like the benefits…
Things are Looking Up (Maybe)
The weekend was sort of a waste. A very fun waste, but I still didn’t get nearly done what I was hoping to. Both in terms of making decisions and in terms of catching up on other projects of import.…
Decision 2008
I’m rapidly careening towards a decision. There’s just too much evidence, too much obviousness, too much at stake. That train’s heading nowhere good. But you knew that already, didn’t you? Call me if you strongly disagree. Or if you agree…
On Boredom
The only time I ever consistently got in trouble in grade school (or really, any school other than Broadway) was for talking loudly about how bored I was. In first grade at St. Paul’s Elementary School, I would quip about…
Uncertainty
These, it has been said, are uncertain times. Imagine that you are on a train. As long as you are on this train, you will be fed money at an almost alarming rate. You will be reassured. You will have…
Pluck o’ the Irish
Every summer, a teeming horde of young Irish men and women descend on San Francisco for a taste of life in the big American city. Youthful, exuberant, and almost sweet enough to convince one that there really is such a…