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The passing of a radio hero

By substitute on November 23, 2007

Mitchell Harding was one of the radio voices I would listen to at night in my bed through the earphones, late at night, after my parents were in bed. He was a voice on the legendary Hour 25 science fiction program at KPFK and later a constant voice on KCRW, where he did news programming. [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged mitchell harding, personal narrative, radio | 3 Responses

gin

By substitute on August 22, 2007

“Junipero” brand gin is very tasty. Said brand of gin is also 98.6 proof. Alcohol of 98.6 proof is not suitable for a school night. That is all.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged alcohol, doh, gin, oops, personal narrative | 14 Responses

That was tiresome.

By substitute on August 21, 2007

Flat front left tire on the Long Beach Freeway in the beautiful city of Commerce this morning. Inconvenience; grime; noise; moderate danger; expense. Saving graces: * The useful and free Freeway Service Patrol tow people, who rather than just taking me off the freeway so I could change my tire safely, changed the tire for [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged cars, failure, personal narrative | 7 Responses

good morning. well, morning.

By substitute on August 18, 2007

It’s 0432 and I haven’t slept. This is almost entirely my fault for the luxurious and gin-fueled nap I had too late in the day. So of course I’ve been Wikipeding. I was looking at information about actors, because I remembered hyniof pointing out years ago that David Lynch cast the antagonists from West Side [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged actors, bad poets, friends, insomnia, personal narrative, poets, wikipedia, writers, writing | 11 Responses

Morning.

By substitute on August 2, 2007

I went to two doctors today, both for minor reasons. Both at Newport Center. These doctors’ offices are full of very old, tremulously decrepit white men in cheerful retirement clothing. They’re in aloha shirts and khaki shorts and running shoes, slowly dying. The parking lot has a very low clearance. This results in comedy with [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged cars, death, kitsch, medicine, newport beach, personal narrative, pharmaceuticals, pigurines, prostitution | 5 Responses

Beep! click click click

By substitute on August 21, 2005

ch linked me to this marvelous antidrug filmstrip from the 1970s. I have so many memories of filmstrips from my grammar school education. To start with they were the bastard stepchild of movies, which we all loved. On a Friday afternoon we’d hope for a movie. At a minimum there would be entertaining footage of [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged 70s, childhood, filmstrips, kitsch, me, personal narrative, postwhatever, school, tag | 8 Responses

My Working Life: Mary Sue

By substitute on August 3, 2005

For two years in the mid 1990s I was the manager of a hospital medical records transcription department. It was my first and only full-time management job. I was 30 and inexperienced, but I very much wanted to do the job well; in fact, the reason I took the job was that everyone would probably [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged personal narrative, profile, wackos, work | 5 Responses

Annals of My Working Life: Barry

By substitute on July 30, 2005

Early in my computer stuff career I worked for a small dotcom outfit that did work for entertainment companies. There were four principals who ran the place, each of which deserves his own article. Today I’m going to talk about Barry (not his real name). Barry was a smallish, delicately built man with a careful [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged me, people, personal narrative, self-indulgent, tag, work | 3 Responses

It’s not easy, making real friends.

By substitute on July 29, 2005

Just got back from seeing genericus play with Crack Sunday at the infelicitously named Hogue Barmichael’s. This is the bar next to the airport where airline pilots have 8 Cuba Libres, sway across the street into the cockpit, and pass out at the controls on takeoff, augering into the Upper Newport Bay in a 757 [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged friends, music, personal narrative, tag | 3 Responses

Cogito emo sum

By substitute on July 26, 2005

I saw someone I have a lame crush on today. Later on she was in the same area I was, but kind of away and behind things with her friends. Every time I looked over there the sun was hitting her only and making her all shiny, because she was the saint in the painting. [...]

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged me, patio, personal narrative, quotidian, self-indulgent, tag | 3 Responses

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