My morning commute took a turn for the violent and bloody, and the thinnest, barest thread of luck kept me intact. What a way to start a Monday.
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The Happy Biking Dance: Revenge of the Car
I weep for the future
Right now, if I was asked which movie character do I feel like most, I’d say Matthew Broderick.
It’s all in the nose. Not at all, but stick with me here, folks.
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Taro on the MTA
Did he ever return? Well, his fate is still unlearned…
My friend and now former student Taro flew the coop last week. Quit the country, escaped the authorities, ran like a bat outta hell with his asshairs on fire.
And he decided to put them out in the snowy wilds of Boston.
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Pray for Food
Originally, I’d written a dissertation-length exploration here about me and my siblings.
It was slightly more exciting than watching a staring contest in front of a freshly painted wall, so I killed it with my crowbaresque delete button and instead we have photos.
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School’s out for winter
In the second of two self-congratulatory feasts, I invited many of my favorite students from Nova to a little get-together at a great yakitori joint in Kichijoji, Iseya. (Not the children, you pervos.) It’s mighty hard to beat 80 yen for a stick of (cooked) meat, but I sure wasn’t expecting the nearly 30 people that showed up.
Of course, nothing beats a woman who can hold her beer. And mine, too. And wears a T-shirt that tells you all you think you really need to know about her.
Kill da Wabbit
Today was my last day at Nova. I’d like to say I’m going to miss it, but I’m not. Two-plus years and I didn’t even get a lousy T-shirt.
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Lost in Tokyo
My sister Margalit is in town visiting, and although there have been many occasions when growing up that I have felt the need to tell her to get lost, she finally took my advice.
Ten years too late. It figures.
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