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Mexicana #1

I wondered how far we could go in Mexico, since it’s not really all that far away. I’d even taken the very same flight before, Mexicana #1. How far off the map could Mexicana #1 take us? Plenty, it turned out. My personal physician and I began our trip with four days of diving while […]

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The 11:11 to Penn Station, or Exodus

A piece about the exodus from my ancestral homeland, Long Island, published in The Morning News.

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Kirsten

In England, where for the first six months of the millennium I lived and ostensibly studied but largely smoked hash and enjoyed an unprecedented and never-to-be repeated dominance in intramural basketball, all the swans are the property of the Queen. Arcane British laws make it illegal to kill, eat, stuff and even transport the remains […]

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To The End!

I am breaking my record-breaking silence to bring you some news. First of all, a short essay appears in an online publication called Killing the Buddha. It is here. There will also be a reading on Tuesday August 5 at Pacific Standard at 7 p.m, where on Tuesdays they have “various $3 drink specials.” It’s […]

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The Book of Weinstein

A very short Genesis of one particular Jew.

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Lake Celeste, or The Joy of Sex

First it was a lake, then it was a memory, then it became a blog post (2008), then it became an essay, published in Vol. 1 Brooklyn (2010), and then it became a zine, published by Julius Singer Press (2011).

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Bum Rib

I coughed for a month. I coughed until subway cars and restaurants emptied. I coughed until the parents of my charges came running into the room to find me doubled over, one finger aloft, wait, wait, wait. I coughed until one mother, regal, Indian, slippered and pashmina’d, came running with her two Thai maids, bearing […]

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Kind of a Bummer

I’d been coughing for a week when I gave in and went to the doctor. As I opened the door to the office I began an operatic coughing fit. By the time I approached the reception desk, the doctor’s numerous assistants were peering curiously around the glass divider. Just as I stepped up to the […]

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Six Subway Rides

It is not given to everyone to take a bath in the multitude; to enjoy the crowd is an art . . . That man who can easily wed the crowd knows a feverish enjoyment which will be eternally denied to the egoist, shut up like a trunk, and to the lazy man, imprisoned like […]

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A Good Kick in the Head

Interesting weekend around these parts, more excitement than we’ve had in a while. Went to see the show and gave myself up to the pit. I’ve come to believe that the sweat of teenagers is a fountain of youth, and if I bathe in it I’ll never grow old. As I hoisted myself on the […]

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