Oh, Chicago. It’s been eight full years since my last visit to the Windy City (outside of one of the worst airport stopovers in modern history). The city of my almost absolutely ideal weather (could stand to be a little…
Category: A Day in the Life
This Week in Baseball
So, barring unforeseeable alterations or difficulties, here is a big chunk of my schedule for this calendar week: Sunday, 4/13: Cardinals @ Giants, AT&T Park Monday, 4/14: Diamondbacks @ Giants, AT&T Park Wednesday, 4/16: Mariners @ A’s, McAfee Coliseum Friday,…
Hitler’s Bake Sale
Had some profoundly vivid dreams last night, after a good long while of vagueness and reprieve from the dreamworld. It’s no surprise, given that I slept for a significant amount of time for the first time in recent memory. Probably…
April 8ths this Decade
For some reason, April 8th has been a date that has stuck out in my mind like a sore thumb. I’ve never quite had a great handle on why this is the case. There are certain inherent numeric properties to…
I Got Your April Right Here
A first day – no joke. A joke in the bathroom. A dental visit. A decision: no anesthesia. A walk home. A phone call, somewhere between banter and the most important decisions of our lives. A poker game, where a…
Baseball’s Back
It’s been a baseball weekend. Which helps explain the lack of updates of late. I had today off, which was not officially an Opening Day holiday, but it should have been. Might as well have been. Cesar Chavez is important…
Chaos (Theory?)
Authorities revealed Tuesday that a man carrying a loaded shotgun was arrested in January near the U.S. Capitol, and explosives left in his truck nearby went undetected for three weeks. –CNN/AP, 26 March 2008 If we all comprehended all that…
Good Friday
I am not a Christian. A fervent believer in God and the extant importance of higher order and morality, I have not been a Christian (or a devotee of any organized religion) since late 1992 or early 1993, when I…
What’s in a Year?
Wait near the end of September. Wait for some stars to show. Try so hard not to remember what all empty playgrounds know: that sympathy is cruel. Reluctant jester or simpering fool. But six feet off the highway, our bare…
Subterranean Homesick Pigeons
As I was coming out of the subway today, a pair of pigeons were going in. They weren’t quite to the faregate yet, but I doubt any BART security would kick up much of a fuss over two small birds.…