I Haven't the Foggiest

Self-indulgence with style, and the occasional insight.

  • When the Going Gets Tough

    Week 14… … actually, I have no idea what the Tough do, because I am not one of them. I am getting frail in my old age — or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I can’t get away with as much as I used to, as I inch ever closer to…

  • The Rat Under the Hat

    Week 13…. In which Meg attempts to articulate why I don’t write with AI, and prefer to spend hours, sometimes 48 of them, crafting these blog posts. “Sounds to me like you’re working harder, not smarter,” I hear the imaginary cadre of tech-evangelists say inside my noggin. And to be fair, I know I don’t…

  • Home ___ home

    Week 11… “There’s no place like home…” What does that mean? “Home is where the heart is…” My heart is in twenty places at any given time. I’m not trying to be contrarian, but since moving to San Francisco, I’ve had to answer the question of “where were you before?” many, many times. And I…

  • My Reel-ationships

    Week 10… Technically, I missed my goal of publishing something every week because last weekend, I had a headcold. Now, Meg with any sort of respiratory ailment is a pitiable thing — I hate colds, allergies, the flu, anything that makes me cough and spew mucus from my face holes. To be fair, I don’t…

  • Sister City

    Week 08… I have discovered a new dimension of joy to living in San Francisco, and it is all thanks to my sister, Robin ❤ When I first moved to the Pacific Northwest, I was the one being shown around; and I will admit that I did not venture far beyond the University District. As…

  • A Love Letter

    Week 07… This morning I woke up with a thought to write about Love. I’m not going to offer anything new on the subject — both poets and cynics have written about it for millennia — but what is it about this complex knot of emotions and chemicals that we find so endlessly compelling? The…

  • Quarterly Review

    Week 06… A quarter of a year makes a girl think. It has been three months since I left Washington, and now it is time to reflect on my life in San Francisco — not that I haven’t already been doing that through this blog, but consider this my official brain dump. If you follow…

  • Steeped in thought

    Week 05… I don’t drink coffee. I used to joke that they were going to kick me out of Seattle… but then I ended up moving instead. There are many reasons why I and the beans are not on speaking terms; I could never move past the taste, for one, and burying it under six…

  • Vocal Exercise

    Week 04… I almost didn’t write this week, because I was worried I didn’t have anything worth saying. I was too much in my own head, and as a result of which, I didn’t start this process until Sunday, instead of drafting something like I normally do. On Saturday, I sat on my new couch,…

  • 9 lives, 2 Personalities

    Week 03… I’m going to draft today’s blog post while at the café. There is so much I wanted to write about, but I haven’t been able to settle on a topic. So, I think I’m going to end up talking about myself, which… oh boy. I can’t help feeling like I am a black…

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