In July I finally finished my residency and got a real job, which meant I had my own office and a nice T1 computer connection. Ah, the American dream. When I’d have a patient no-show, I could become a Web-surfing maniac. Besides the obvious media browsing — music/movie reviews, politics, porn, blogs, YouTube, I became quite versed […]
I’ve been wanting to write the piece you are about to read for several weeks now, and I’ve been thinking about the topic for much longer than that. Yet, as I start to write it, it occurs to me that what I’m writing might detract somewhat from folks’ Christmas spirit, and for that I apologize.
The […]
If I’d been better with Krazy Glue, more patient, you would now be reading how to make a Christmas tree ornament out of used Metro cards. I would, as they say, be getting all Martha Stewart on your ass.
I made one yesterday, for the office holiday party. I work at a design firm, and apparently […]
I’m itching to invest in a rickshaw. A pedicab. Maybe just a big old adult trike.
This is what I think while I pedal my twelve-year-old daughter Anna to volleyball practice three mornings a week at 7 am. We head south, first down Center Market or Mulberry through Little Italy, which at the moment is strung with an […]
My Friend the Spy is a Great Whatsit serial. It is a true story (save for the author’s pseudonym), told in weekly installations. Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.
From the previous episode: The more I learn, the more I wonder: who is my new friend Joel Barr? Is he a genius, as some […]