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This is not my handgun. There are many others like it but this one is not mine.

I wanted to want to fire the gun. I wanted to be prepared for the revolution, when it came. I wanted to be an agent of praxis, the unity of theory and practice. I read about it in college, underlined, made notes in the margins. The theory was that we could liberate ourselves and overthrow […]

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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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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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Happy New Year!

The ocean is my home. Can you find me?

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Death and Logarithms

One of my more difficult kids today, champion eye-roller, adenoidal whiner, one who feels the indignity of being sixteen more acutely than most and takes it out on me. Probably doesn’t even need a tutor, seems to pick up a decent understanding of the material from class, but highly unmotivated, vulnerable to that oldest of […]

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Spectacles, Marriage & Civilization

I am getting closer to my glasses, I can feel it. Ever since I was robbed of my spectacles in South America, I’ve been dawdling in replacing them. But lately I’ve been picking up momentum. Every time I see an optician I duck in and try on all the frames. I’ll ask the salespeople to […]

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The Greatest Caper That Never Was

Momentarily contemplating committing insurance fraud and disappearing forever into the Intangible Zone.

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