We are clouds / and terrible things happen in clouds. – Dean Young It’s been a hard winter and spring for almost everyone I know. A lot of my friends and family are having major upheavals – big moves, new jobs, medical school beginnings and graduations, jail, break-ups, suicides, funerals, engagements,
Um, Friendster? No, I haven’t heard of it. Oh, I see. Well, obviously this is just some online dating thing. I don’t get it – why do you want me to sign up? I’m married, you know. And happily, thanks. Yes, I know, I received your invitation to
My family has an Easter tradition of eating brunch at the Peninsula hotel, then going outside to Fifth Avenue to march in the parade of sartorial queens, do-dandies, and bow-tie’d church-goers who stroll up and down the street and preen. The highlight was chasing after Bill
In deference to my esteemed colleague, I agree: it is spring in Brooklyn, it is beautiful outside, I was able to wear a light jacket this morning when I walked my girlfriend to the subway... but when making a pitcher of iced tea I must draw a line in greater
It’s finally spring in Brooklyn. Which means it’s a good time to brew up a pitcher of iced tea. I like five bags, mainly hot water (for the steeping, not for the drinking), and no sugar – no sugar. That window unit is about to get a lot of
I am a poor manager of my Netflix queue. I realized this yesterday, when I received two emails from Netflix telling me that they’d received the last two films I’d sent back, and that I should go rate them now! What I should have done, however, was check
Reading Nick Hornby’s new collection, Songbook, a birthday present from a friend, and I’m very happy. Hornby’s books do that to me. I should be doing work, but I’ve been on the couch for three hours and I’m almost finished, sadly, two cups of coffee
Last week I was called up for jury duty. It was not at all unexpected. I’d already been sent the cheerful pink-and-white card twice over. Both times I’d postponed. And truthfully so, even. Although I do recall that when postponing the second time I asked why
A list of signs seen at the Saturday, 23 March 2003 anti-war march in New York City. - Fuck Bush And Fuck All You Fucking Republicans - I Weep For My Country - Look Before You Kill - Work Not War - Media Whores + Pentagon Knuckle Draggers - But George, What If A Foetus Is
So you’re all nervy on the way back from the gym. Anxious, defensive, self-loathing like a sweat. You think, you call this a life? You’re almost whacked by a limo while crossing under the BQE. Most days writing is hard and that’s all. It’s work,
