September 28th, 2006
I am still being chased by the same assassin. This assassin is relentless and I have had not one moment’s rest since the hunt begin last spring. I’ve tried to make peace, call a truce, end this meaningless war, but you can’t reason with this assassin. More machine than man, it finds me every day. [...]
September 28th, 2006
Remember how I said I’d get a new email address so you could all get in touch to offer me residence in the shacks on your property or tell me to fuck off? Well, I did. It’s superleftypfeffer at gmail dot com. I’ll put it down at the bottom of this web [...]
September 15th, 2006
It’s been a while since I’ve been out, really out in New York. I’d forgotten how it is. It’s always the same, in that it’s different every time. I forgot how the money disappears from your wallet. I forgot how many other people are out at any given time, but especially [...]
September 12th, 2006
Before the yuppies next door moved in, the backyard our apartment directly overlooked was empty and gone to seed. Still, we had green outside our window, and a bit of open space and sky–a rarity for New York. The older couple who lived in the house seldom went outside. So seldom, in fact, [...]
September 6th, 2006
When Rebecca and I first moved into this apartment four years ago, we bought ourselves a New Yorker subscription in the name of “Schiff Weinstein.” Like any two Jewish names mentioned in succession, this conglomeration of our last names sounds more like a law firm than a person. Nevertheless, Schiff Weinstein developed something [...]
September 5th, 2006
I have writ (?) something new after my August hiatus. Here it is. I always plan to write so very much while I’m away, and I do, but in my notebook, not on the computer. The real reason, I’m sad to say, is that the computers in the internet cafes of foreign [...]
September 4th, 2006
I’ve been back on American soil exactly twenty-four hours (eight of them in blissful Xanax slumber) and this is what I’ve observed. The usual things: America is big and rich and profane, but things generally work better and faster here than in other places. By “things” I don’t mean ideas like happiness or [...]