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Writer David Foster Wallace found dead David Foster Wallace, the novelist, essayist and humorist best known for his 1996 tome “Infinite Jest,” was found dead last night at his home in Claremont, according to the Claremont Police Department. He was … Continue reading →

It finally happened. I was able, correctly, to use one of my favorite quotes in a sentence. It was even apropos. So what if I got it off of Billy the Kid from Young Guns? “There’s many a twist twixt … Continue reading →

That’s the greatest age difference that you’ve dated? I ask this question rhetorically, as there aren’t a statistically significant number of people reading this. I wonder why I say that like I care? But I digress. Age, has been said … Continue reading →

How do you spell “supercede”? Probably like I just did with a “c”, and like me, you would be wrong! Apparently, “supercede” is the most commonly misspelled word today, and it is often found uncorrected in any number of books … Continue reading →

Places I’m going: .: Monsters are Waiting @ the Getty – 08.29.: The Melvins @ the Troubadour – 08.30.: Nine Inch Nails @ the Fabulous Forum (it will always be the “Fabulous Forum” to me…go Lakers!) – 09.06.: Does It … Continue reading →

I’m not even really sure what I’m saying. Sometimes in Life you meet people. You go out with them or you don’t. You have a connection or you don’t. Sometimes they are engaged, or have a boyfriend, or are just … Continue reading →

Up all night with a woman who’s not my wife. Or my girlfriend for that matter. Or anything other than just my friend, if truth be told. Every now and again I think it’s important to beat the night. To … Continue reading →

The sad things about updating your website are that: .: you only have two people actually reading, and neither one of them cares.: “updating” actually means “cleaning up”.: “cleaning up” means spending hours tweaking code so that things look exactly … Continue reading →

Women that get to know me (as much as I allow that to be possible) often describe me as a “man’s-man”. I can fix anything, I build stuff, I drive a truck, have a deep voice, and strike an imposing … Continue reading →

Is it just me, or is it a little odd that the only way to definitively tell if an iron is still hot is to actually touch it? There’s a metaphor for love in there somewhere, I’m sure of it.