A long time ago, Saturday the 8th, I was puttering around my house when the phone rang. I whimsicoracally accepted, sauntered over to Memorial Glade, and started tossing the old disc around. Just as my …

I, a guest, stepped into the well-appointed bathroom. I prepared to shower. I stepped inside the tub, noting corners and a wall caddy flush with bathing product bottles. And then it came time to soap …

The other day, Leonard and I were doing some research on various US government web sites. I felt more rage than usual at whitehouse.gov, especially when I discovered that the White House dog's name is …

Last night Joe and I went to Cobb's Comedy Club and saw Bill Santiago, Greg Proops, and Dan somebody. Lewis. Dan Lewis. We had a ball and laughed our teeth out, and I recommend the …

DJs complain that techno-loving youngsters just tune into FM92.7 ("The Bay Area's Party Station") instead of hiring DJs at parties. I complain of the between-song segues that end: "Ninety-two seven. Party!" It sounds like a …

Tonight's open mic went well and badly. The audience actually came with me when I started, "I'm reading a self-help book. It's called The Prince." However, later I was a jerk and partially enabled an …

Man, I wish these class schedule generators had been around and well-known when I was at UCB! So cool! Like Google, or Bookfinder, or NewsBruiser -- easy-to-use applications that help you enormously when you only …

Woke up thinking, "What am I doing tonight? Besides the A Cuppa Tea open mic, besides some Cody's event. There's something else..." Then I remembered that, in my dream, Zack Weinberg, who resembled Lieutenant Reed …

Your present to celebrate your return from the wilds of Marin: How to Talk Like Sumana.

I have never smoked marijuana, and yet it often appears in my dreams. Maybe it's the equivalent of wiggling fingers and whispering "wooOOOooo": a "this is a fiction" signifier. In last night's dream, I thought, …