How often are our footsteps the only thing we hear? I’d venture to say it’s a rarity, living and working in the city, which is such a shame as the world beneath us is so large yet we seldom pay… Read More ›
Stream of Conscious
Chimichanga Line
Chipotle’s business model has one subtle issue: the lightening quick and oft robotic preparation of my burrito, just behind an insincere sneeze screen, makes it almost impossible not to attack my burrito like a rabid werewolf when it’s done. It’s… Read More ›
Get to The Point
To say the hand-cranked mechanical pencil sharpener was the Cadillac of pencil sharpeners would be a huge understatement. During my school days, the painted metal sharpener was ever present, usually bolted into a long counter in the classroom, always with… Read More ›
Treat Myself Write
I know the secret to writing. No, it’s not a strong hook, creating unforgettable characters, or even mastering the narrative craft. These things help, of course. As does an in-depth dissection of The Fugitive and Casablanca. But the secret for… Read More ›
Holy Pozole, I’ve Been Here Before
Wait a minute, I’ve been here before. It’s not just the familiar smell of taquitos cooking in corn oil or the crisp smell of lime squeezed over a paper bowl of pozole. Nor is it the effortless Spanish voices behind… Read More ›
Coincidence? I Think Jot.
A man in a faded sapphire Acura encroached our cross walk as we strolled in the morning sun towards Dolores Park. I wouldn’t call it a near miss, but it was close enough. We shook our heads and stepped onto… Read More ›
It Goes With Saying
Why do we say “needless to say,” only to follow with the unneeded? [eD note: this is, perhaps, not the most judicious edit of “needless to say,”] I need to say, as of late, I’m exhausted. This might be the… Read More ›
Tool Cool for Drool
The other morning, I was accidental cool. I pulled onto the Bay Bridge just as the sun rose over Oakland. I sipped at my coffee and tried to enjoy the early morning sun. Within moments, the glare hit me and… Read More ›
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The sun bounced off the license plate screwed onto the car ahead of me. It was something about the way the metallic light caught my eye, maybe the quickness it skipped from silver to grey. I smiled as I put… Read More ›
A Moment Recognized
As someone who writes (I am serving a self-imposed probation against calling myself a “writer”), there is nothing better than recognizing a moment while it is happening. Images tend to burn into my mind and tangential thoughts weave into common… Read More ›
