What is your earliest memory?
Submitted by Megan.
I was sitting in the dark at a small desk in our Wagon Way house's living room. My dad had just turned out the room's light and said something about how I could stay there all night if I wasn't going to finish whatever I was writing (neither homework nor coloring; possibly penmanship practice). I was three.
So, um, yeah, me and deadlines. Pals from way back.
What do you do to get rid of a cold or flu?
Submitted by ashenflowers.
Hydrate (rinse) and whinge (repeat). Kidding! Wait.
(Apropos of nothing, I was watching CNN's "The Situation Room" in the last hour and the lower third said "Rice Trip to Asia." Coals to Newcastle, I thought.)
My weekends have been making me happy but they don't make good copy.
It's Sunday evening. I'm sitting at Prism Cafe. Seven other laptops — various Macs and a rogue Dell — are open and aglow. Something wickedly, mournfully trumpety, chat and polyrhythmic is playing overhead. There may or may not be a glass of pilsner at the table next to me. Across the street, two dryers should be spinning my dark clothes to a warm, soft finish.
Saturday started with good quality A. time, including doro tibs at Cafe Colucci (yummers). After bidding her good afternoon, I crawled into San Francisco through thick clumps of weekend traffic (after lucking out and noticing my damn-near-empty gas tank and finding the only West Oakland pump that hadn't heard about the recent price dropoff) and made it to a co-worker's boyfriend's birthday party in McLaren Park. A dozen years in the Bay Area and I'm still finding parts of the city that are completely new to me. There was beer, cheeseburgers, friendly volleyballage, ex-co-workers become friends-of-friends materializing out of the ether, dogs running around and loose jams on acoustic guitars.
Then most of the partygoers adjourned to a warehouse loft/practice space off Bayshore Boulevard, where a bit of jamming with members of Sweet Crude Bill became a rousing 80s-pop acoustic singalong. I'm going to say the peak came somewhere a Journey song that, until I remember differently, was probalby "Don't Stop Believin'."
If you are going to dress up for Halloween, what will you be? Why?
Submitted by Auweea.
Lazy me will probably find a Bob Marley T-shirt, wear it under my jean jacket and schlep my acoustic guitar around on my back.
Super-motivated me might go naughty-schoolgirl.
I'd have to thrift:
A short plaid skirt.
A cardigan sweater and/or sweater vest.
And add it to:
A button-down shirt-and-rep-tie combo.
Raggedy-ass combat boots.
Who knows which me will win?