Metadata Man

Approach everything with consummate professional dissatisfaction.

Huddle in that place of darkness where the light is always in motion, and consider this: that the light at a certain time of day is always daylight.

Consider also; that the dead are more at peace with their death than you most likely are with your life.

Walking around Golden Gate Park just yesterday, suddenly the faces walking toward me looked like freshly paved streets.

I think about writing a new book about my father but change my mind; instead, I’ll conduct a flyover of his life with footnotes.

I admire anyone who can speak English in a foreign language and is also able to be clear in a language that is also my language and not their language.

The majority of people who say, “I’ll call you back in 10 minutes”, don’t call you back. However, in 2 or 3 hours the majority of people will return your call by leaving a message on you phone, saying “Sorry we missed your call.”

I see I’m making yet another list of things that otherwise have no meaning.

It’s always better than I thought it would be when it happens, and much worse when I rethink it. By that time, my ambivalence is firing on all cylinders.

The Parisian philosopher who promoted post-modernism liked to work on intellectual problems in his apartment on the Quad d’Orleans while dressed in his bathrobe.

Narcissism: insight may be gleaned from it, as can insight be gleaned from blunt-force trauma.

My sleep patterns, such as they are, are very personal. I can’t talk about them without revealing things I don’t want revealed.

I asked Siri, “Hey Siri, what is metadata?” Siri answered, “Data that provides information about other data, but not the content of the data itself, such as the text of the message or the image itself.”

Those who care about such things will quickly see I’ve missed the point terribly.