December 25th, 2006
When I woke up at dawn on Christmas morning feeling peculiar and spent the next two hours naked on my knees puking my guts out, I was annoyed. It’s one thing to bring that kind of degradation on yourself through a series of dubious choices. But I made good choices, healthy choices. [...]
December 24th, 2006
It’s Christmas Eve and the globe is warmed. We’ve been doing Christmasey things, homey things, staying in, cooking, pulling Pyrex dishes from the oven with mitts. I baked blackberry crisp, I roasted squash. I sauteed greens. Old friends are coming and going from town, guest stars on the show, long-lost voices [...]
December 23rd, 2006
In my continuing quest to thrill and amuse you, I wrote about the middle of last week. What’s more exciting than the middle of last week? Slaves to chronology that we are in this format, it’s here.
December 20th, 2006
It’s gotten to the point where I basically have no interest in going out, in the traditional sense. Either I’m filthy in a foreign country or I’m ensconced in my tiny apartment. I’m by no means a shut-in; I get out, I get around quite a bit. My day job takes me [...]
December 15th, 2006
It was a manic-depressive week of extreme highs and lows. Days of impressive productivity and pleasant megalomania alternated with hazes of mundane erranda, creeping despair. The middle of the week, that dubious stretch from Tuesday to Thursday, was particularly action-packed, garnished in the center with a perfect soupcon of Wednesday ennui.
Tuesday
Tuesday I [...]
December 12th, 2006
You know when you get deep into your own private internet world (not porn, I don’t mean porn), where your browser becomes like a map of your curiosities, neuroses and consumer desires, where the “History” is an itinerary of a few hours journey from “What time is that movie playing?” to “How did the beginning [...]
December 8th, 2006
Though I’ve haven’t even been back from the Continent for a week, I couldn’t refuse an invitation to spend a night with my favorite art collective in Providence. I find a quick little side trip is often just the ticket to ensure a complete psychic return from a longer, international journey. Also, while [...]
December 4th, 2006
The biathlon event in the Winter Olympics is roundly agreed to be an odd juxtaposition of skills. You ski, you shoot, you ski, you shoot-but why? Is it for alpine assassins? Restless hunters? I dimly recall the announcers commenting on the difficulty of steadying a rifle with an aerobically pounding heart, how this demands the [...]
December 2nd, 2006
In a fitting end to the latest chapter in my research on subcultures of resistance and debauchery, I escaped this morning from a rock club in Berlin.
I awoke at dawn, fully clothed and still drunk, curled cosily into the depths of the very last stop on my own personal tour of Filthy Couches of Central [...]
November 15th, 2006
Research once again demands that I take to the road to observe certain people like the animals they are. This time the migratory subjects of my very serious study are roving the Teutonic nations, drinking in a van by day and rocking out by night, if previous research serves. And so I find [...]
