I’m driving from Philadelphia to Oakland, CA next week. That’s 70 repeated listenings of Fleetwood Mac Rumours, unless you help me diversify.
I’m driving from Philadelphia to Oakland, CA next week. That’s 70 repeated listenings of Fleetwood Mac Rumours, unless you help me diversify.
I’ve heard a lot of recommendations about Book Zoo, a small shop on Telegraph Ave. in Oakland, and particularly about the people who run it. The words “manic,” “crazy,” and “obsessive” were dropped, “in a good way,” I was promised.
I just read a requiem Lorrie Moore wrote for Updike in the NYT, and I’ve never known her to be so somber.
When I’m not here, I blog at the Reading Room on Oakland North’s web site. Oakland North is a project of the UC Berkeley School of Journalism, where I am a master’s student learning about cute-sounding web apps like vuvox and Ning, among other things.
I’ve been in a Hey! Arnold state of mind the last couple weeks, but I don’t own the dvds [yet]. I do have that dangerous new Netflix insta-watch, so I called my friend Vernal and put the question to him . . .
My brother is a hobbyist. He likes to tinker, collect tubes of adhesive material, lug water around the house, make friends with inventory clerks at obscure hobbying stores. It was toy trains for a while, woodworking on and off. But the longest relationship of his life has been with fish.
While I wasn’t looking, it seems Nickelodeon and Amazon released the first and second seasons of Hey Arnold! on dvd. I’m almost positive I became an urban reporter because of this cartoon.
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