This is, in fact, the very last Life Serial. Feel free to steal the title, I’ll think up another one. Writing about oneself obsessively (as if there is any other kind) becomes boring and trivial after a while. You begin…

The following essay was read verbatim at Fray Café in Austin, Texas on Sunday, March 11. 2001. Some names have been changed to protect the guilty. Mine is not one of them. I was raised by my mom to be…

I left Los Angeles weather behind in San Francisco and was greeted with San Francisco weather in Los Angeles when the glassdog jet touched down at LAX. Typical. It was like me, being me, to bring the poor weather with…

Anyway… Anonymity is a wonderful thing. Public Anonymity is an even more wonderful thing. Personally Identified Public Anonymity is the best thing of all. Anonymity means no one knows who you are, so you can get away with everything with…

Anyway… The fallout from my last admittedly knee-jerk Serial made me sit up and look around a little closer, mostly because what I kept reading in some responses to my own decision not to use Napster is that Napster and…

Anyway… Wouldn’t it be nice if everything were free? Wouldn’t it be great if we could walk onto a car lot, pick a car, get in it and drive it away? Wouldn’t it be fabulous to be driving that new…

Anyway… I hear that a lot of people are insane. I mentioned to my very good friend Ben Brown the other day that I enjoyed the writing of a particular person with whom he was acquainted, and he said that…

Anyway… After the Cool Site of the Year awards in 1997 (being the 1996 awards) I sat with Derek Powazek and Andy Gems at a table at a Mexican restaurant in The Mission and agreed—over a pitcher of Margaritas—that the…