Posts by hamblog
end of a sort-of era
Oh, Myspace. That dismay in that first paragraph seems a little too authentic. I feel not a twinge of guilt. I procrastinated joining Friendster until the very moment that my fickle friends lost interest. A short time later I got talked into Tribe.net by my friend Bryce and ignored it immediately. I reluctantly joined Myspace…
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I took a Restorative Yoga Class on my birthday and things have been fucked up ever since. Don’t remember when exactly during the session when I felt a tiny minor “toing” near my right hip. Or the first moment I took a step and felt a stabbing, all-consuming white-hot pain shoot down my leg. Most…
Read Morein the mail
I got a few lovely cards in the mail for my birthday (thanks, Carol, Tracy, Lisa, and Cloudy — that last one with a gift!) Among the awesomeness (and trust me, they were all awesome:) From Molly. You may have read yesterday’s post about our preoccupation with Fortune. As you might imagine, this perfect card…
Read Morearchive: let fortune be your guide
This was written by me originally for the Cubby Missalette sometime in 2001? Ish? You can see the Missalette here. If you want to find out more about what the heck a Cubby is, surf around the site. You’re welcome! Molly and I often invoke “Fortune” (intoned in a deep, faux-English accent) to this day.…
Read Morela la la
I have eclectic musical tastes. Here are the last three things to which I’ve listened and enjoyed. “Home Is A Fire” by Death Cab For Cutie; video by Shepard Fairey and Nicholas Harmer Just when I think I’m totally over Ben Gibbard’s voice and over Shepard Fairey’s art, there’s this. I was not familiar with…
Read Morethe mildly fed up stage
I’ve told Paulie that this blogging every day thing is a valuable exercise for my ego; posting day after (relentless) day makes me let go (sort of) the worry about my readership and how many comments I’m getting and the love I’m perceiving to get — or not get, depending on who’s reading what. But…
Read Moreanother sign of the end of the world
What’s sadder than a pimp cup? A “pimp stein.” Made of the cheapest plastic possible. And marketed towards women. Couldn’t decide between this one or “Princess.” Thanks, Ross Dress for Less! You do indeed have everything I need in the whole entire world.
Read Morethe coffee shop around the corner from my office
I ordered a Red Eye from the guy behind the counter. The girl making it didn’t understand his code, but I kind of like it. A Red Eye is a regular coffee with a shot of espresso added to it. I drink this a lot. Usually with a tiny whisper of cream and a dash…
Read Morethe celery parallel
Do you know that factoid about celery? That a piece of celery burns more calories to consume than the calories it contains? I think of that sometimes in my crazytime cardio class, when my teacher decides to play the 90-minute Mega Remix CD of the Black Eyed Peas. To wit: whatever physical benefits I derive…
Read Moremaggie!
My mother. I’m going to guess this was an election day party sometime in the 1980s. The hat is a question mark hat (backwards, puzzlingly). I can’t remember the name of the friend she’s clutching, who is wearing a crown. Of course, it could have just been a regular get-together, and mom may have decided…
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