But way back where I come from we never mean to bother we don’t like to make our passions other people’s concern and we walk in the world of safe people and at night we walk into our houses and…
Tag: A Day in the Life
Follow Me Down to the Rose Parade
I’ve never been much of an Elliot Smith fan, but I feel like I could really hang out with him today. I mean, not literally. I obviously couldn’t literally hang out with him, because he killed himself. And that’s really…
Snow Chance
It’s the last day of the year called 2007. I am the last one awake in a cabin at Shaver Lake, California. Most all of the Garin Clan is here, save one component family. It is late, and there are…
Winter World Tour 2007-2008
As I’ve often been known to say, change is the only constant. This has perhaps never felt more true than this week, which is simply over-brimming with upheaval and possibility. Forget ungainly metaphors about baby steps and windows and doors.…
The Beat(ing) Goes On
I am still sick. Quite sick, in fact. No more sick, perhaps, but certainly no less. Today, possibly, my head will clear enough for me to begin a deluge of posts that, like so much nasal discharge, has been welling…
The Sickness
Been sick since late Thursday. Still sick today. Going back to work, still sick or not, tomorrow. This explains the lack of everything. The thing about being sick is that one suddenly has tons of unbudgeted time, but the energy…
Historical Perspective
My Dad and I have a running debate about whether there’s reason for hope these days or not. In general, not in specific. We buck all kinds of generational assumptions by him being the one who believes there’s hope, and…
When I’m 28
My birthday isn’t for two and a half months yet, but I found myself pondering a record today and wondering when exactly (also if) I would break that record. And wouldn’t you know it, it’s the day after my birthday?…
The Market Will Sell
Every month, almost like clockwork, the Powell Street BART station will change over its entire advertising schema. It’s not quite the changing of the guard, but it’s at least as colorful. In addition to the standard raft of billboards throughout…
Wasted Weekend
I am so frustrated. With myself. I often think that the answer to everything is time. Time heals all things, right? Wrong, I know, but at least time should give one the time to do things. This seems almost tautological.…