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In Your Neighborhood

With nothing better to do tonight, I went out for a walk and ended up, as Baudelaire says, taking a bath in the multitude. Modest Mouse was playing in McCarren Park Pool, an event of epic proportions of importance in the hipster universe in which I both fortunately and unfortunately reside. I circled the track […]

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Lima, Peru

Having neatly skipped over a summer of salient details–reconstructionist Judaism vs. reformed, East Coast vs. West, wealthy enclaves of Long Island’s East End vs. those of the Cape Cod’s outer reaches, the life span of a human vs. that of a golden retriever and therefore weddings vs. funerals and therefore love vs. death–I come to […]

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The Great Lawn

The crowd at the playground at 85th and Central Park West is about half nannies, half mommies, with the nannies up by a woman or two. There are Thai nannies, Indian nannies, Caribbean nannies, Dominican nannies, post-collegiate American nannies, matronly nannies. Some of the nannies are like mommies, wiping noses, feeding Cheerios one by one, […]

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Friends of Moynihan Station

Yesterday, I spent the afternoon writing in the New York Public Library. I thought it might be different to write in an enormous room full of marble and hardwood. It wasn’t. I was still there and so was the blank page. It was just like writing at home, except that when I leaned back in […]

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Outdone By the Television Listings

“Come to an art party in Bushwick,” said the bright-eyed young hipsters, the wide-eyed young poets, the starry-eyed young lovers. “You can read a poem.” I found a poem. It was a found poem. I stomped through the snow. I read it while the sleet drummed stacatto outside, on all the hard surfaces of the […]

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Music, or Tears

One of those days, those days, woke up with a knot in my stomach, a lump in my throat, a sinking sensation, a sense of foreboding. No particular reason, other than the days of my life, the horror of time, the relentlessness of selfhood, and the pointlessness of words, the futility of my efforts, the […]

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You Don’t Know What You Got Till It’s Gone

I know that Takashi* and Sung* had to move forward with their relationship. (*Names and identifying details have been changed to protect the innocent, who, if you read on, you will find to definitely include Takashi and Sung.) I know that the time had come for them to shack up together in one of the […]

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The Chiropractic Embrace

Kaveena told me that the bar looked like France, and it did. The walls were red, the light was dim and there was jazz. We were finishing up our wine, idly catching up on people and places. What a coincidence that we’d both recently taken up surfing. Maybe we could surf in Nicaragua, before it […]

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A Deeply Creepy Moment I Am Not Sure What To Make Of

A pasty, middle-aged man on the subway unabashedly picks his nose in a way that hints at mental illness. I try not to look at him but of course I do. A long, diagonal string of snot clings to his upper lip. He looks back at me and stares straight into my eyes. “If you […]

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Mouseover

What a beautiful feature, the way that passing the mouse pointer over a hyperlink on the internet causes the destination where it will take you to appear at the bottom of the browser window. I believe it’s called a mouseover. So many things would be so wonderful were they only possible in life as well […]

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