Little Man, Buddy, Bubba, The Bubs. You’re turning three tomorrow. You always want to pedal pedal pedal, trying to keep up. Now you can go fast. Fast like a racecar, Little Man. Pedal pedal pedal. Keep up, slow down. Keep your eyes on the road. Keep your ears perked. Wait for me, Little Man. I’m…
Category: Stories
Dreamwalking, Geekiness, and Felicia Day
One morning in February I awoke from a pleasant dream about hanging out with Felicia Day in which we shared a meal and tried to get Ryan, one of my old philosophy teachers, ready for his wedding. (I hesitate to even share that much of it, since if you tell someone you had a dream…
Straight Razor, Gay Bar
On Friday afternoon I went to San Francisco. Emily had purchased a certificate for me on Gilt City, good for a shave-and-a-haircut at one of those “The Art of Shaving” places. They’re around in some malls, selling shaving products, and when she bought it she may have thought I could go into any of them…