Day 436: Seeking a Canning Meetup, But for Alcoholics

I was heading into one of my favorite tucked-away-off-a-brick-alley coffee shops the other day to put in a few hours on my novel. It was a beautiful day and two young women--maybe mid-20s, both with crew cuts and big tattoos--were sitting outside on a bench. As I approached, I heard one of them say, "Well,…

Day 426: Boyhood (or, Life is Wide)

By now chances are good you've heard about Boyhood, Richard Linklater's film following the life of a fairly average (whatever that means) American boy from age 7 to 17. It got a lot of early buzz because of the unusual and risky way it was made--Linklater got the same group of actors together for about two…

Day 295: Fixing things you had no idea were broken

I said the above to a friend at lunch today. He's not someone I know super well, but our paths have crossed here and there over the years and I've always found him to be an unusually (for the alpha-male tech company I work for) thoughtful and kind person. His wife died quite suddenly in…

Day 197: “At Least I’m Sober.”

"At least I'm sober." I find myself thinking that so often lately--and in a natural way, not a forced-gratitude one. For instance, I've got the flu right now (don't be like me and forget, people--go get your flu shots!) and feel pretty wiped out. But in the midst of a self-pity moment today I thought…

Day 189: I Won’t Drink Sparkling Cider and You Can’t Make Me

I just cannot bring myself to drink it. That is all. I have some kind of utterly irrational yet bone-deep hostility toward the notion of sparkling cider as a substitute for champagne/sparkling wine. (I actually find it odd overall that fizzy drinks are regarded as 'festive,' as if modern humans experienced the miracle of carbonation…