On my way home from the subway tonight, a hipster approached me on a bike. A nature hipster. Weather-appropriate wilderness gear, attractive crow’s feet from time spent snowboarding or windsurfing or some such thing. “Hey,” she said, “Is there an AA meeting somewhere around here?” Rather than stop her bike while she waited for my […]
» Read more «Among things that I was not thinking about last night when I went to bed were out-of-state weddings other people I know have attended and ineffective raingear I have owned. Instead, I was thinking about procrastination and Rome (Geoff Dyer book I was reading), the effects of slow, loud guitar played backwards over ethereal vocals […]
» Read more «The events of the past 24 hours have been rife with life lessons. Observe: Last night Rebecca and I went to hear our favorite band play. When we first came to know this band, we called them The Only Band In the World, not realizing the homage to the Clash we were making in the […]
» Read more «…Or, Writer’s Block, College Admissions, Migraine Headaches and The Music Indsutry 1:00 a.m. Give up on the words that are blurring in front of me. Give up on the simple words I’ve tried to read and write to coax myself into reading and writing more complicated ones. Give in to desire for martini that’s been […]
» Read more «It’s hard being a neurotic ecstatic, because while you are dancing wildly in the shower you are bothered by the faint but nagging fear that you could slip, hit your head on the tile and drown in two inches of water. Persuing a state of ecstasy involves striking a fine balance between abandon and self-preservation. […]
» Read more «My latest Huffington Post, “A Patriot (At Gunpoint)” is here. Comments, as always, are amusing. Some wish to spit in my face. Some wish to take up arms to defend my right to provoke them to spit in my face by writing about their desire to spit in my face or coerce me with arms. […]
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