Her: We have the strangest luck. Him: We’re darned. Her: That’s exactly it! Yesterday, wake up to several angry emails. Run out the door, miss every green light and train. Arrive late to the office and try to explain to a client that the reason why his doc’s late is cause I asked him for …
This fella named Luciano Anthony (Bianco) died last month. I wanted to tell you about him.
My favourite thing about Steve Jobs was this thing he said a while back. The story goes that some guy was constantly tweaking and editing something, saying it wasn’t ready yet. He was an artist, y’see. At which point Steve blew up and said, “Real artists ship!”
Was hoping for one good thing and instead I got a few. Like Starsailor said, Thank goodness for the good souls.
I’m 40 today. The bombings in Boston remind me that world is an ugly place. But made bearable by the good souls.
My son speaks in his own, interesting, way. But I wonder if we’re starting to grate on each other.
It woulda been our ninth anniversary today. Fuck all.
The whole concept of “souls” is backwards, none of us have souls.
People seem to tell me a lotta secrets. I get it. Secrets are lonely things.
Saw friends, mostly from my gym, over the holiday. With the exception of one thing, it was pretty good, all things considered.