Analemma: It's not my new drag name
This photo is the result of a series of photographs taken by V. Rumyantsev every 10th day in the Crimea during which he tracked the course of the sun for a year [click on the photo to go to his blog]. The result is proof of the analemma. Considering that I can barely sustain interest in a sitcom for a season, it amazes me that anyone could pursue such a project with the hope of producing one photograph after a year's w

Weekend in Truckee
The Thanksgiving weekend seemed like a great time to get out of SF, avoid the Black Friday madness, and frolic in the snow-covered pine trees in the Tahoe/Truckee area. Usually, I hate the cold. I'm over it. I grew up in a place with distinct seasons--hot summers and cold winters. Now, though, give me temperate consistency and I'm happy. However, I always look forward to going up to Truckee and sitting in front of the fireplace. I'm bundled up and that first hour when the house has to warm up is torture, but I lo

Happy Thanksgiving!
In case you can't remember why you're stuffing yourself into a tryptophan coma and hiding from your drunk uncle this holiday, watch this classic Peanuts scene.Seriously, Thanksgiving Day is my favorite holiday--even if we just have toast and popcorn. I hope you all have a wonderful time today and get to enjoy lots of delicious food. Send any good leftovers my way.

This is why poetry matters
Because even bad poetry makes us laugh--and that is no small feat.This holiday season I'm thankful for Suzanne Somers, poetry, and the ability to keep from taking it all so seriously.

An Ode to a Ham
I like ham. Ham likes Paula.I like Paula.Paula likes neither.