Having more than the usual excess to blow off after a 1am jazz experience, I woke early for a decadence dispersion run. To do this I planned to run 6 or 7 miles, but I ran the canal with a girlfriend, and we were joined by an uninvited man. The …
Open the Pod Bay Doors, HAL
This week was a space in time when colleagues, under the control of others or not, become villains, and I had to rely on my own ingenuity to escape a disaserous fate. You know the kind of week I’m referring to I’m sure. An “Open the Pod Bay Doors, HAL” …
Fond (Doggoned) Ambition
I’m 24 years old. I make a comfortable living as an analyst at a job that at best is part time. I own some property, more than “some” actually, and I manage it myself. I spend most of my time on graduate school studies, or my work for the economic commission. I’m itching to …
Off Which Dobbs Was the Worst I Could Think Of
The upscale but privately owned coffee shop is crowded. I sip the double Espresso (meant to calm my sore throat), while reading about the health care bill that covers an additional 31 million individuals, the bill the insurance companies and big pharmacy are patting themselves on the back over. I …
Bad Blood
Some days I wish I could sit on a park bench feeding birds all day, or at least spend all day watching those who do. Research, seminars, and working with an assistant who oozes a musty/sweet asphyxiating perfume, are all wearing me down. I love most every minute of my …
Life Is Not A Beach
I spent the day at the Library of Congress. The hottest day we’ve had all year, and early in the morning, because I’d skipped my morning run, I decided to walk to the library from New Hampshire and M. I had snagged my aunts assistant’s parking garage space for the …
