Archive for the ‘Whatever’ category

Three months

People ask if I miss New York and the odd thing is I have no idea. I ask myself the question and nothing happens. I don’t miss Inwood except on Wednesday nights. I don’t miss the weather. I miss obviously my friends and a building on 62nd and Columbus where people often sing. But I […]

No, I’m actually asking

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSq1cez_flQ[/youtube] Srsly, what are you doing? I’m curious.

Covers Album

It must have been a year ago, or maybe two, I posted about how I write compulsively but can’t seem to write fiction. What followed from that was a fun little experiment gamely proposed by Lisa Parrish wherein we wrote and exchanged very short fiction. I ended up with two little stories that were not […]

Juxtapositions

More.

The end of an old road. The beginning of a new one.

The day at the bungalow in Far Rockaway with 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and the tiny clams nipping at us in the waves. Also a day, years before, walking to the beach in FR to pick up sea glass on break from the worst of jobs, a fleeting escape from the misery. […]

Our stupid awesome inevitable Afterlife

Why do I want to write about Kenneth Goldsmith and Sheila Heti and Social Media and The Afterlife? Cause they all add up to this really hot sweaty tangled love story. With a surprise ending. Here, come with me… I’ve been running along this intellectual trail for a few months. It’s got some awesome leaps […]

Lordy Lordy Someone’s Five Times Forty!

Today is the 200th anniversary of Richard Wagner’s birth. Here is an ideal performance by the great Waltraud Meier of what has come to be known as the “Liebestod” (love-death*)–the last music in Tristan und Isolde. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvRlZndM70Q[/youtube] *although certain friends and I refer to it as the love-frog.

Very quiet adventures in the very quiet car

Penn Station is a terrible building but it has its small charms: newsstands that carry quite a lot of magazines, an old-fashioned departure board with moving parts, and a few comfortingly familiar folkways. People stand and watch the board, for instance, and then, despite the fact that Amtrak doesn’t oversell trains, the instant the board […]

Tripblog Always Rings Thrice

Got to the train station in San Antonio at 11:30 or something, got into my compartment, and fell asleep. Awoke to west Texas: a million cactuses which are not cacti because cowboys aren’t classicists and lots of wonderful abandoned structures and at one point something shaped like a wild boar trotting through the scrubby desert. […]

Tripblog 2

The thing about my family in Dallas is they are family in some sense I never aspired to. They all lived along Hillcrest Avenue the last fifty years. My aunt’s kids went to school close to home and the two boys have lived there again since college though the older one just moved out last […]