Something very odd happened to me at work yesterday – let me start from the beginning:
At its usual ungodly hour of six-ten, my cell phone cleared its digital throat and began to sing loudly until a semi-conscious hand to its left bapped it into quiet submission. It was a rather dull and unimaginative cell phone, [...]
Category Archives: Writing
Conversations with Robots
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Expectations of Memory
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Thirteen years ago, four hours after departing from Shanghai, my dad and I stepped off a rickety train and onto a platform in Nanjing. The air was crowded and dense, heavy with the weight of summer. The sky hung over us like a grey velvet curtain and tall raggedy trees were littered sparsely along the [...]
Spectacle and Shame
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Something lurid and sensational was brewing in the air.
I was making my usual lap around my local bookstore, looking for just the right books to cozy up with for the afternoon, when I noticed that someone, somewhere in the store, was speaking quite loudly. The voice was vague and distant as I ambled through the [...]
Painful Epiphanies of a Closet Snob
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I have recently come to the terrible realization that readers of this little blog may not fully understand my posts–by which I mean, people don’t seem to find my posts to be very funny. Upon further examination of this matter, I then came to the more terrible and disturbing realization that readers of this little [...]
Prickly Me
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Criticism is a bitter medicine to swallow. This is why Dale Carnegie, self-improvement guru and writer of How to Win Friends & Influence People (don’t knock it until you’ve read it), warns that to criticize is “dangerous” because it “wounds a person’s precious pride, hurts his [or her] sense of importance, and arouses resentment”.
Me? I [...]