tapped

At the Speed-Dee Wash, I am a minority in two ways: white and alone. I am the only non-Latino person I see in the laundromat, and no one holds the other side of big things I have to fold. The men look bored. One brings his drumsticks and Walkman, and while his girlfriend speaks animatedly to him, he taps out a rhythm on his grey-clad thighs, headphones on. She is explaining to him, from what little Spanish I know, that her boss is harassing her. Her hair is pulled back tightly into a high ponytail, so tightly I wonder how she can swallow or breathe. Tap-taptap-tap is the only response, so she turns and watches the infinite dance of permanent press instead. Another couple look like they have just come from a nice dinner out. Ruby-red lips are a cliche, but...

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iBook hotrod

Step 1 of hotrodding my iBook is complete; my new battery arrived in the mail today. It is fully charged and in Gillian. I get to take Gillian to Chicago! Steps 2 and 3 involve upgrading the hard drive and upgrading the RAM. If I don’t find the right RAM, I might not be able to do Step 3. Still, this is so cool. See, Stephanie, Gillian’s in great hands!

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Friday Fuck-All

Whee, over here now. And absolutely no theme tying these together. Enjoy. You successfully infiltrate the Borg, and the first thing you decide to do is change their slogan. Finish the famous words: “Resistance is futile. You will be _____________.” A major cable network is soliciting ideas for a new drama series, appearing every Sunday night for a whole hour. In 25 words or less, pitch it! If a picture is worth a thousand words, what is a picture of Harrison Ford dressed only in strategically-placed aluminum foil worth? You and I are lounging in a gondola in Venice on a warm summer evening. The gondolier has a classically-trained voice, and is all too eager to sing whatever we request. As you slip a wad of Euros into his hand, you ask him to...

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