11 December 2002
Main Streets, grassroots economic development, and punk are all Good Things. So, of course, they could turn around downtown Flint, or at least try, and, of course, it’s brought to you by Metropolis. (Yeah, I’m late on this one. I blame it on print-online lag.)

7 December 2002
What did the dykes think of the election? Pretty much what I thought, but with far, far more wit and zest than I could ever muster.

5 December 2002
Turns out that the little abandoned house across the street that was demolished in slow-motion this summer is an Orange-rated building.
Ah well. BC news: someone’s picked up “Moll Flanders” – but what of the others?

4 December 2002
Woah! It’s true: Intelligentsia is opening downstairs soon!

3 December 2002scrivener’s one year anniversary
Today’s bright idea: geothermal sidewalk ice melting, in Klamath Falls, Ore. Now I’m up to seven books released into the wild.

29 November 2002
Okay, so I didn’t actually release “Haussmann” on Tuesday. Instead, I released it and five other books, Chaucer to Kushner, today to celebrate Buy Nothing Day.

26 November 2002
Released my first book into the wild today, “Haussmann” over at Atomix. You’re welcome.

25 November 2002
Has the SUV backlash begun? All my Black friends (and I do have many) certainly seem to think so.

24 November 2002
“Given my long confinement in the city’s spheres of literary influence, I don’t know many people who admire President Bush or who feel anything but loathing for the reactionary scholars who teach him lessons in geography.” Lewis Lapham in December’s Harper’s

23 November 2002
“If you are a Time Traveler I am going to need the following: 1. A modified mind warping Dimensional Warp Generator # 52 4350a series wrist watch with memory adapter. 2. Reliable carbon based, or silicon based time transducing capacitor.” (from spam received today.)

16 November 2002
“What can I show you that will make you happy with yourself?” Isaac Feig, eyeglass salesman on Madison Avenue, quoted on “The Next Big Thing“

15 November 2002
Overheard on the train today, by someone lecturing someone else about not using seats for his stuff: “That’s not gangsta. That’s fucking weak.”