Tori Amos, “The Wrong Band”

I think it's perfectly clear
We're in the wrong band
Ginger is always sincere
Just not to one man
She called me up
And said you know that i'm drowning

I looked good pregnant

Perspective, redux

Yesterday I told Adam: "Nothing is linear."

Yesterday I wrote on Facebook something to the degree of that moment when you realize that these days, too, will be memories.

This is why I like being an older mom. This is why I love being 44. I get it. To a degree, at least, I get it.

The right wrong time

Stoned. Say nothing or everything? The choices.

Beginning of Berkeley Noir piece

Lacking Reception

Allison Landa

I may never live to be 100 – God, I hope I don’t – but even if I do, I will never, never understand the compunction to yap on the phone in public. Especially when you’re supposedly working out at the gym. Especially when you’re standing – standing, not using – on the treadmill that I always prefer.

I mean, this woman? She’s a sow. Porcine to the max. It’s less in the shape of her body – though it’s there too, trust me – than in the buck of her teeth, the way she holds her lip at gum level so you can see just how little dentistry she received growing up. I mean, they make Invisalign for a reason. She can still make it happen. Am I right?

It’s in the curve of her calves, the color of a sheet of paper just barely blushing. Maybe she’s a cow, not a sow. Bovine, porcine, does it really matter? She’s the kind of creature that I might see if I had a kid and if I took that kid up to Little Farm, but even if I had one of those creatures, I would rather take them anywhere else. I mean, really. Little Farm. If I wanted to feed celery and lettuce to indigents, I would never have to leave downtown Berkeley.

The heartbreaker

I was out with a friend the other night and he laid it on me. "You leave men worse off, dude," he said. "Lying in the street, crying from under their blankets."

I rolled my eyes over my Guinness.

"I mean it," he said. "I told you, you're a heartbreaker. You broke me once."

Me?

Passing it on

Baz and I were on Telegraph yesterday and stopped into Amoeba. As soon as we walked in, he said: "Beatles." So I bought Rubber Soul. A new generation learns the best of classic tricks.