Tag Archives: Infinite Jest

The Last of the Scapegoats

Pia remin­ded me that Robert McNa­mara died.
I’m not as well schoo­led on the Viet­nam era as I am on other things, though I know more about it than most peo­ple my age, if only because I find it more inte­res­ting than shop­ping for Jim Choo’s  —  they are out of my price range and my legs

Waiting For A Rainbow

It rai­ned hea­vily ear­lier this eve­ning. The Sun’s bri­lliance, relent­less during the ten minute deluge, would have promp­ted a search for my level 5 sun­glas­ses had they been in my bag. Rushing home from a myriad of tasks I scan­ned the sky only briefly for the anti­ci­pa­ted rain­bow. Of the variety of things human­kind

Another Saturday Night

I’m par­ti­ci­pa­ting, in a non par­ti­ci­pa­tory fashion, in Infi­nite Sum­mer. I star­ted yes­ter­day. My hou­se­mate, who often scrolls my sites online, much like my old college room­ma­tes used to scroll blogs for me, is blo­gless and lives vica­riously through me, pro­vo­ked me to do it. It’s not like work, school, no real vaca­tion, at least