When normal people play hooky, they go to the movies or the beach or Vegas. When nerds take the day off, they go to see this guy, and come home 8 hours later, drunk with possibility, clutching a set of books so beautiful in both thought and execution, you get a little dizzy just opening [...]
January 2007
Make no mistake: my friend, Lily, is as gorgeous as they come. And I’m not just talking inner beauty; I mean angel face, non-stop bod, the whole ball o’ wax. And yet… Lily is a nerd. Not an honorary nerd, either: a full-on, piano-playin’, pie-bakin’, own-clothes-makin’, Feynman-readin’ N-E-R-D. The nerds, they are everywhere, you see. [...]
Nerds with a secret are like little kids before Christmas: they cannot, CANNOT, I tell you, wait for the big day. The big day, in this case, was supposed to be closer to baseball season. Or at least post-Stupid Bowl. But I could not, COULD NOT, I tell you, wait one more second. Because I [...]
I’ve alluded before to Best Year Yet on this here bloggy, but for those of you who missed class and/or are too f**king lazy to click the links or Google it, Best Year Yet is a values-based goal-setting system which I discovered via Heidi Miller’s podcast long ago, and which could just as rightly be [...]
Step One: Make desk out of file cabinets and door. Step Two: Apply magnets to back of everything. Step Three: Party on, nerd! xxx c
Dorks. Geeks. “Losers.” Misfit toys. Yesterday’s post got me thinking: of all the people in the world, I love nerds the most. Nerds make lists. Nerds believe in science, not fairy tales, or when they believe in fairy tales, it’s because they make them up themselves. Funny ones, not weird ones. Because while nerds are, [...]
Back in September of 1987, I met my friend, Karen Engler, for dinner in Lincoln Park. I asked her what was new and she entertained me with amusing anecdotes of her crazy job du jour. She then asked me what was new; I said, “I quit smoking.” “Really!?! When??!” I checked my watch. “6:30,” I [...]
It’s no secret that I’ve fallen off the SCD wagon, big-time. It started with espresso, the gateway illegal, over two years ago. Espresso, and a spoonful of some shameless hussy of a dessert by Suzanne Goin, who should have a mug shot up in the P.O., as far as I’m concerned. The bad news: once [...]
