Five years ago I wrote an account of my typical day. A lot has changed since then, so I thought I’d revisit the topic. Here’s…
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Five years ago I wrote an account of my typical day. A lot has changed since then, so I thought I’d revisit the topic. Here’s…
Today I celebrate a quarter-century of atheism. A quarter century? Why yes. Here is an entry from my journal 25 years ago today: October 28th,…
The day started off badly enough. I wasn’t feeling so hot — one too many gin and tonics the night before. But I roused myself…
Usually in journals we concentrate on what distinguishes one day from the others. But sometimes it’s good to contemplate what our days have in common.…
This morning Xy unplugged one appliance in the kitchen to plug in the toaster. Unfortunately the cord from the first appliance landed in the second…
Five minutes after I got to work this morning, Boss Lady gave me the bad news. Olivia’s husband died last night. He had bone cancer,…
So once again I take pen in hand, motivated by the vague notion that my life is slipping away, unexamined, unrecorded. Does writing, or the…
London — The overnight sleeper train was expensive but definitely worth it. Trains and planes are the way to go — fuck a bus, except…
Edinburgh — I’m sitting on a bench on a hill in a park looking across a small valley at the most incredible array of stone…
Helsinki — I’ve been riding one of the public bikes around the city this morning. You put in a ten-mark coin as a deposit, which unlocks…
In the Finnish countryside: I wasn’t sure what it would be like to see Päivi again after 15 years, but very quickly we were talking…
Tampere: So much modern “International Style” architecture in America is so ugly. There is a lot of this sort of architecture in Tampere, and some…
Tampere: Damn I’m tired — combination of jet lag, three nights of inadequate sleep, and the fatigue of travel, the stress of being in a…
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Here’s an account of a single day, August 2nd, 1999. This was originally published in my friend Rachel’s zine Daybook. I get up around 7:00…