Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
There were an amazing number of old cars parked near Espresso Metro this morning. They were from a car club which would soon be driving to Tahoe. The people had that pleasant, self-possessed manner of eccentric people who are among their own.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Tonight was the annual Nom (for those nominated for a Peace Corps post) party. We had a tremendous turnout — almost bursting out of the little room we had rented. One woman who was about to go to Kenya told me that she had first applied to the Peace Corps in 1972. She made it past all the tests but then was asked if she had a boyfriend. When she said "yes," she was selected out. That may seem unfair, but I actually agree with the concept... you shouldn't have any strong attachments to home when you go, or else the temptation to quit (always strong in the beginning) will be too great.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Steve Riggs lives in a very trendy neighborhood only two blocks from Memorial Auditorium, the Clarion, the Governor's Mansion, and Music Circus. Back in the eighties there was a lot of crime so the owner decorated the fence in the backyard with sheetrock screws. When the grapevine grows out they are even hidden. Nasty.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
I got this email from my Welsh friend Mike Gundy:
My Cellphone probably has an interesting tale to tell, unfortunately
it remains mute on what happened between loosing it at the scene of
the bike accident and its return. Actually it remains solidly broken,
but its the SIM card which we use here and that is the personable bit
that is good to have back.
"Without my SIM card I am just a person, with it I am a number "
[Number Six would be proud, the Prisoner was made in Wales by the way]
At the funeral of my favourite Aunty (alas), which is unfortunately
the only get together of family we seem to have in the UK. I was
struggling to enter numbers and addreses of kin into my new
replacement phone, when one of the younger generation commented - Ah
old people playing with phones again... making what appeared to be
thumb wrestling gestures.