it's a dark and stormy night in nola... went for coffee and late-night hummus with rod & charles. on my way home, stopped at a stop light, i looked down and noticed that i had a case of the terrible, dreaded polka-dot disease. when my sister and i were kids, whenever we'd be in a car in the rain at night, my mom would warn us to beware the dreaded polka-dot disease, which would appear on our arms and faces whenever the car passed under a light bright enough to throw the shadows of the raindrops on the windows onto our skin. it even strikes in car washes...

it's always strange, the memories that stick with you...

   3/28/2001 11:24:40 PM

there's something magical about food made with soul and eaten from a blue plastic cup. mustard greens and yams, both cooked down to the same mushy consistency, all juicy and mixed around together, with some homemade corn bread thrown in to soak it all up... mmm... this is where it pays to be a southern boy (and to have co-workers who are plenty generous with their home cookin'...)

   3/28/2001 04:43:37 PM

Tuesday, March 27, 2001

i'm sitting at my desk looking at my coffee mug. it's jet black, says "black coffee blues" and has a picture of a monkey drinking coffee on it. my ultimate office environment would be one in which random co-workers might walk by, see my coffee mug, and intutively understand all of its connotations. the ensuing conversation might go something like:
     random co-worker: "hey, man - black coffee blues? henry rollins...that's some intense shit, man."
      me:"yep."

but that's pretty damn unlikely here at homefone. someday, though.

   3/27/2001 12:48:59 PM