April 25th, 2009
Here are some essays about things that are over. O-V-E-R. Not just over, but SO over. They are so over they ended a long time ago. They include:
Williamsburg, the governorship of Eliot Spitzer, and my employment by those other than myself.
It’s a beautiful day for senseless ranting and pointless grudges against [...]
April 25th, 2009
It continually surprises me that it continually surprises anyone that politicians screw whores. Or, for that matter, that they screw interns, movie stars, other men’s wives, their secretaries, their daughters’ friends, the women they meet at parties or the men they meet in public restrooms. They always have. They always will. Surely [...]
April 25th, 2009
The L train is doing that thing where it glides very slowly and silently under the river in slow-motion. There is no noise coming from the tracks; at this speed the wheels don’t clatter and the machinery doesn’t rattle. There’s just that low whine as the weird stuff on the walls of the tunnels [...]
April 22nd, 2009
I have finally been (re)-published with serifs on my letters. This occurs here. Rather than serifs, I actually wished for serfs, but I have been misheard by the gods. What next?
April 1st, 2009
I do not know why every time I am published elsewhere it is in a Sans Serif font, but it has happened yet again. The fine folks at Identity Theory (sounds like a seminar you may have taken in college but in fact is a thought-provoking literary publication) have given me sanctuary and a [...]