Rules:
1) Tell everyone you know about PILLOW FIGHT!!!
2) Tell everyone you know about PILLOW FIGHT!!!
3) Wait for the Ferry Building clock to strike 6:00pm
4) Don’t hit anyone without a pillow (unless they want it)
5) Don’t hit anyone with a camera
6) HAVE FUN!!!

Hmm. Looks like they’re increasing the price of war again. When did war get so expensive? I remember the last time I declared war back when I was a youth. It was so much cheaper. But of course back then, the rules of war were relatively simple and abstract. You could ignores realistic limitations such […]

How am I supposed to fly in a plane with these people when I don’t know
the basic details of their wardrobe? What do these people look like
underneath their suit jackets? They could be hiding all sorts of flab
and gut. What color are their socks? Is anyone else on this flight
carrying a Macintosh laptop?
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The rainy season in the Philippines is a liquid time and in my fluid
memory I swim to and from school through walls of falling water and
vast brown puddles. It is, as well, the season of toads. The first
torrents of July soften up the summer-parched rice paddies behind our
house releasing from hardened clay burrows legions of bumpy, hopping,
amphibians. In our garden, they would assemble at sundown in stony
silence like so many freshly unearthed terra-cotta warriors.
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