I remember hearing that one’s guardian angel always made sure your favorite song came on the radio when you needed it the most (this might have been from Sabrina, The Teenage Witch). Well then, I have my guardian angel to thank for the Eddie Money classic that came on today.
Highly pleasing article in Harpers about The Recognitions. “I bought it in May of 1993…and read it later that year, in October, after I quit a job in Manhattan and went to live in a small town on the Adriatic coast of Italy.” New goal: to quit my job in San Francisco and finally finish it.
Thank you, pair of Clarks, that I wore every day for the last year until they turned into soft, archless slippers. You’ve been replaced by sensible and borderline geriatric Rockports. Also, on the first night wearing them out, I stepped in dog doo.
From a box of stuff in my closet, recently rediscovered.
Blue highlighter on notebook paper, drawn by Jordan Scott Herdrich in 10th grade biology.
Pfffft. Joke is on Jordan…for I am 35, have no money, and am still waiting for my big break. Does anyone know of a job for someone who specializes in scanning sandwiches?