The Chronicles of Charlie: The Assassin Who’s Not Very Good At His Job
Dan | August 30, 2005
I’m finishing up some writing at midnight, while listening to “Who Would’ve Thought” by Rancid - one of the most romantic songs I’ve ever heard. There is a very strong chance I’ll have to ditch work at around ten tomorrow morning to head up to Sacramento on some serious family business, and I’ve [...]
Dan | August 29, 2005
I’m so tired. My jaw hurts, my brain is gone, and I have to go to work in the morning. For the past six weeks I’ve had more going on, and more going on around me, and more things indirectly affecting me, than at any point since…well, I guess since I came back [...]
Dan | August 29, 2005
I couldn’t sleep last night, so my average for the four nights I’ve spent here is just under five. I’m very, very tired. I’m going to spend most of today lying around and reading, then heading off to JFK on the subway.
Yes, a boring blog entry. What can you do?
Dan | August 26, 2005
I woke up before Dave did, on one of the couches that rested on the sub-flooring of Mike’s apartment. My cousin was already long-gone, having had to get to work by eight. Dave was snoring softly, so I popped on the television and was delighted to find an episode of Buffy the Vampire [...]
Dan | August 25, 2005
Headed to New York for a wedding this weekend, leaving in about an hour. I was hoping to have another segment of “me driving across the country” up by today, but…ran out of time. There is some really heavy stuff going down right now (before you ask, I’m fine despite my problem eye. [...]
Dan | August 23, 2005
We woke up without hangovers on our last day in Boulder. Marc and his girlfriend had left for the day, leaving us a note:
Guys,
Eat anything in the fridge, play the games, etc. Wonderful to have you here, please come back whenever you’d like.
“We’re really not good enough to deserve this,” I said. [...]
Dan | August 22, 2005
I’ve reorganized this blog, creating a new category: “Stories.” Telling stories is what I do, and I’m pretty good at it. So, I’m flipping the current series (me and Dave driving across the country in a car, doing stupid stuff) to that category.
Second, my right eye is jacked up again. Started hurting [...]
Dan | August 21, 2005
Santa Fe disappeared in our rear-view mirror when we were less than a mile out of town. It was around four hundred miles to Boulder, and we were sick of the interstate, so we detoured on state route 68 to Taos. We’d heard good things about Taos - an artist’s colony with good [...]
Dan | August 21, 2005
So, I’m back from Tahoe, and I drove the whole way back. I’m exhausted, despite having slept a good bit last night. Unfortunately, my problem eye decided to act up on the drive home; it’s red and painful. I’m popping my leftover antibiotic drops tonight, and I’m probably going to head to the [...]
Dan | August 19, 2005
I’m headed to Tahoe this weekend for the start of Wedding Hell 2005. This is for a bachelor party; including this, 50% of my weekends until the end of October have wedding stuff going on. So, I won’t see most of my friends here, can’t go camping, blah blah.
Anyway, that’s part of the [...]
Dan | August 17, 2005
I need to send out some good wishes:
1) To Maya, who really deserves better than having to deal with a balky car on top of everything else that she’s dealing with.
2) To Ally, who seems to be dealing with a real life shitstorm involving crazy neighbors, needing to move, and needing to find [...]
Dan | August 15, 2005
I woke up with a sore back; sleeping on soft leather couches tends to do that to me. It was perhaps eight in the morning, and my lips were cracked from the dry air. I creaked up from where I was lying and wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water.
Tapwater [...]
Dan | August 15, 2005
I took the weekend off of the Internet, from Friday through this morning (work kinda makes it unavoidable). It was great. I read four books:
1) The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis
2) The End of Poverty by Jeffrey Sachs
3) Under the Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer.
4) Harry Potter and the Order of the [...]
Dan | August 11, 2005
Note: parts one and two, in case you have no idea what’s going on here.
I woke up at around nine with a hacking cough, in an absurdly firm double bed, with over twelve hundred dollars scattered on the imitation-wood table. Dave was snoring like a champ in the other bed, curled up in a [...]
Dan | August 11, 2005
A quick explanation: I was at a bar the other night, and was telling the across-the-country story, and this girl said “You should be a writer - you’ve got a memoir already.” Maybe not, maybe so, but I’ve never actually written a lot of this stuff down, and why not put the first draft [...]
Dan | August 10, 2005
We were up nearly $1300, we were 26 years old, and it was three in the morning in Las Vegas. Any smart people would have called it a night and gone to bed.
“Hell no,” said Dave when I broached the idea. “Let’s go somewhere nice.”
Dave hailed a cab and swung into [...]
Dan | August 9, 2005
I had just returned from going around the world and was sitting in my brother’s old room at my parents’ house wondering what the hell to do next, when Dave called.
“So what do you do now?” he asked.
“Well, I could go back to Boston.” I said.
“I don’t want to go back there.” he said.
“Neither do [...]
Dan | August 9, 2005
It’s never-ending. So the ulceration on my eye has shrunk to a little scar with a little ring of bacteria, but the swelling hasn’t gone down as quickly as we’d all like, so I’ve now got an anti-inflammatory drop to put in along with the antibiotics. One more week, and this sucker is supposed [...]
Dan | August 8, 2005
It’s difficult to start writing again on something that I basically stopped writing back in March. It’s another long piece, I’m familiar with the entire plot, but…well, the last time I worked on this I was working with a PC, not a Mac. Since I worked on this last I’ve had quite a [...]
Dan | August 6, 2005
Crikey. So I did in fact make it to the doctor on Friday, after discovering that you don’t actually need a referral under an HMO to get an opthalmologist appointment. This brings up all sorts of questions, but I’ll move on. My eye was getting really bad; blurred vision, crying like a [...]
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