Posted by Chiara | Category main_page
I seem to have perfected the art of inflicting bodily harm on myself without realizing it, for no good reason, and often with no good story to tell after the fact. This Monday I did something to my back. I don't know what. As far as I could tell I was sitting at my desk at work, got up to leave for the day, and found myself walking to the bus doing a hell of an impression of Kevin Spacey in The Usual Suspects. The pain felt like a pulled muscle, except that it went from the arch of my
Posted by Chiara | Category main_page
Last night E and I went over to Oakland and saw Morrissey for the second time. The first time we saw him, I was 17 and it was E's 19th birthday. It was in New York, at Madison Square Gardens. The Gardens was PACKED. And I tell you, there was nothing like the feeling when the lights went up, he walked on stage, and the crowd. Went. Wild. *swoony sigh* Last night was different. The Paramont was actually a much better venue. Still large, but small enough to have an almost intimate feel. Which, is really what you want with
