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Charity Begins at Home
Yep! I remember one time when I was a wee litle thing living in Pacific Beach and this cute boy lived in the apartment building next to me. He worked at this fabulous bakery that made cinnamon rolls. He started at three in the morning, made rolls until about nine, then made skateboard videos and endorsed clothing lines. One time I went to my back door, and there was a bag of those suburb rolls with a little love note. We had a brief fling, one resulting in us sneaking into the hot tub of the condos next to my place, and turning on what turned out to be copper plumbing that the owners never used and it turned my hair green!! I woke up in the morning and looked at my green nails and went "oh no!"! Sure enough, one-half of my head of hair was green. I will not tell you which half ;)— January 19, 2011 6:18 p.m.
Charity Begins at Home
Nan, you are the best. We can all learn from you.— January 19, 2011 4:38 p.m.
Wall Street Traders Bring Home Far More Than Brain Surgeons
I've opted out. My nephew reads Ayn Rand for fun. I, on the other hand, am dumber than dirt.— January 18, 2011 8:41 p.m.
Wall Street Traders Bring Home Far More Than Brain Surgeons
Me neither, I just wanted to be sure that was not the impression I gave. I sometimes overgeneralize.— January 18, 2011 10:42 a.m.
Wall Street Traders Bring Home Far More Than Brain Surgeons
Jeff, I hope I did not give the impression that your jobs were based entirely on algos now. If so, I apologize. I saw firsthand how difficult it is to work for an increasingly unrealistic public. It was a very humanizing experience. You sound like a smart person - I will take your advice.— January 18, 2011 9:17 a.m.
Shell Game
We're all tools, aren't we? I am so glad you posted this - a bittersweet reminder to play by our own rules. Because in the grand scheme, is it really going to matter? If you had stayed a cog in the wheel, I doubt we would be able to read your wonderful stories and essays, because I have a feeling your creative abilities would have succumbed to the inevitable. That's why sunscreen is so important - apply liberally.— January 18, 2011 8:48 a.m.
Wall Street Traders Bring Home Far More Than Brain Surgeons
A genious at losing Other People's Money.— January 17, 2011 5:29 p.m.
Wall Street Traders Bring Home Far More Than Brain Surgeons
Surf, his hair is worse in real life. We were joking about seeing him in the lobby, and then we got split up in a crowd (it is smallish and gets packed). I turned toward the elevators, and he had just come off the elevator and was striding out with a friend - we almost smacked right into each other! I looked up (yes, he is very tall) and stammered something along the lines of "and THERE you are! How are you?" He looked down at me with a little smirk and said "hello" and continued through the lobby. I reunited with my husband and told him "I just saw him AND he said hi to me!". He was like "yeah, right". So I pointed him out and he just said "Oh my God, it is him". Surreal. He was wearing a long camel hair coat that matched his hair exactly.— January 17, 2011 5:27 p.m.
Wall Street Traders Bring Home Far More Than Brain Surgeons
The guy's got charisma, that's for sure!— January 17, 2011 2:04 p.m.
Wall Street Traders Bring Home Far More Than Brain Surgeons
Is it because you were "The Donald" first? I understand. Not everyone is a fan of the guy, and with good reason. I think he's a bit of a buffoon, but as far as celebrity sightings go, that was a doozie!— January 17, 2011 2:03 p.m.