The Day of the Jackhole

The Day of the Jackhole

Celebrating 40 years on this earth

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2000. Rack Space Encounters

September 15, 2011

I’m standing in line on stage. I glance around. Not many women up here with me. All lads, actually, clutching their copies of “The Right Stuff” or Chuck’s autobiography to sign. I am woefully unprepared for (more…)

2001. One way ticket to ride.

September 14, 2011

“Hey, I have something to tell you.”

It’s a Friday and I’m calling my Dad to tell him something that he won’t be expecting. (more…)

2002. The camel whisperer.

September 13, 2011

Camels smell much worse than I have ever imagined, probably because I have never imagined what camels smell like. It’s a shock from all directions. (more…)

2003. Alien.

September 12, 2011

I arrive in NYC during a blizzard. I’m wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. This is not Singapore weather, and I’m guessing by the kerfuffle that it’s not really April in New York weather either. (more…)

2004. Homesick.

September 11, 2011

[Reprinted with my own permission from Subteranean Homesick Noos]

Dear Oz,

Long has it been since I saw your chiseled face and ochre teeth. (more…)

2005. Saffron splashy.

September 10, 2011

People arc up against it. It will be terrible. It will ruin the park. But as I stroll through, (more…)

2006. Orion is a hipster.

I’m in Australia. It’s New Year’s Eve. My parents have gone to a party, and I’m sitting in the back yard on a plastic chair drinking an old woman’s drink of Baileys and ice. All the lights are off and it’s blacker than black out here. Except for the sky.

Looking up, the sky is alive with pin pricks of light and satellites moving and activity and twinkling. So many stars. The Milky Way. The Southern Cross. Orion’s wearing his belt low and hippy tonight.

I lean back in my chair, headphones in and count down to midnight. Swatting mosquitoes and sipping my irish drink.

I love this sky. I play Led Zeppelin I until the clock strikes oh six.

September 6, 2011

2007. The lies we tell ourselves.

September 5, 2011

Running. It’s what I do. I lose no weight doing it, and the only (more…)

I’m on my way to San Francisco getting ready to catch the California Zephyr. Without looking at a map, I book a hotel. It turns out to be smack bang–smack being the operative word–in the Tenderloin. (more…)

2008. Take the tender out of Tenderloin.

September 4, 2011

The best ideas are half baked. Not well thought out. They exist to be seasoned, mixed, eaten and partially digested. (more…)

2009. Half-baked idea. Table for one.

September 3, 2011