Dime Stories

Last night, I found myself wandering around a place I spent five years at, and wondering where the hell I was.

I'd gone to UCSD for Dime Stories' November Showcase, to hear, among others, my friend Nancy read her award-winning story. Which was great. What the pluck?--I don't know why she was nervous.

I'd parked in the Gilman Parking Structure, which was built after I'd graduated, but I'd become accustomed to it when I'd returned as an employee. I stopped working there in June of 2007, and since then the campus has exploded with buildings. One of which is a new student center that makes UCSD a real college and give it a real central place for students to hang out. Which is a good thing. As along as you can navigate all the other bright and shiny and windowy buildings.

One Week

I missed a lot of news while in the boonies last week.

Upon returning to Debbie's house and her Chronicle subscription, I found out Howard Junker decided not to retire. Thanks for reneging, Howard.

And a really wicked hive of killer bees got frisky with an elderly couple. Luckily the couple was friskier, and they survived.

But at least one thing didn't change: Diego's still hanging out in the bay. What can I say? San Diego's a place you don't want to leave.