A blog post critiques a throw-away line from "The Dark Knight"':

The House of God is a satirical novel written in the mid 1970's by a physician who goes by the pseudonym Samuel Shem. The book is about the experience of an intern physician trying to survive the rigors of the residency program associated with the mythical Best Medical School (a thinly veiled reference to Harvard.) The Fat Man is one of the senior residents in this residency program, and he came up with a set of rules that I find terrifyingly useful.

Nine years ago, driving down to San Diego to watch “Dogeaters” at the Mandeville Center on the UCSD campus.

The last 10 years of unbearable loneliness have finally gotten to me, I think.

It was 1997 when I first heard this song, on the island of Tablas, in the province of Romblon, awaiting a plane to take us back to Manila.

So I ended up being on the road for a good four and a half hours yesterday—as long as it takes to drive to Vegas, as long as it takes to get to Santa Nella on the way to the Bay Area. By the time I realized that I had forgotten my pager, I was already in Oceanside. Fuck.

We should be able to daisy chain iPods and create a RAID array. Or at least have Logical Volume Management.

A book about pursuing women. My life is exactly like this book, except I don’t have any of the sex.