This guy has more talent in his pinkie finger than anyone else I know:

After some mid-week trash talking about my mom, Sunday, Bloody Sunday it was when Frank beat me in straight sets down at the tennis court this weekend. I took lessons when I was a kid, but apparently the one where they taught me how to serve didn’t stick too well. Adding insult to injury: Frank […]

I was a little disappointed by the neighborhood BBQ joint a block from my apartment last night: Lilly’s BBQ, it wasn’t great but it was bad either. The ribs were a bit on the dry side and the potato salad could have used a little more kick, but the sauce was pretty good. The Nepalese/Himalayan […]

Apparently I look like I know where I’m going. The dude just wanted to find Haight-Ashbury, and I hope my random finger pointing and hand waving got him where he’s going. Now that I’ve been asked for directions, does that make me a local?