From my brother:

How about this for a dream… work for the man, maybe in software, and save your rear end off.  No grand vacations until you retire.  Only trips to the river with your Parrothead friends.  Then, after the kids …

I don’t remember what his books were about, only that I was particularly fond of the Light in the Attic as a kid.
Then my father and I were driving back from Jalama, listening to the old-time country radio program, when …

“Rahm Emanuel is son of the devil’s spawn. He is an individual who would sell his mother to get a vote. He would strap his children to the front end of a steam locomotive.” Rep. Eric Massa

“Name me someone who’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him” Bob Dylan

Two good songs by very different people, but they sound very similar to my ear.

The Highway Men, Highway Man 

vs.

Tina Turner, What’s Love Got to Do with It

My favorite parts are looking at Tina Turner and Johnny Cash talking …

Saw some hunters in Nor Cal over last week. How strange they were. I came up with these lines on my bike ride into work:

As in the days of yore

Hunters and gatherers

Aren’t farmers, no.

They gather the food

That feeds their brood

At …

That’s right. Up in the Bay Area last week and saw several posters in taquerias around the Mission (bright, plastic, professional posters) advertising California burritos. It had to happen.

I’m not hanging up the towel. But things around this lonely site are changing.

Thanksgiving in New Mexico—what a trip.

I am reminded again about why I became curious about San Diego burritos: They are different—why?

You can make this statement/question about any two distinct things, I suppose, but burritos are what I grew up eating, …

So I just excoriated Johnathan Gold and I feel sort of shitty about that but he deserved it. It got me thinking about L.A. and I remembered that my good friend Justin Halpern is now tremendously famous for …