The next piece is a cobbling together of two essays I wrote over the last few days. I write nearly everyday, but as you can see I rarely publish. As a promise to myself in light of New Year’s sentimentality,… Continue Reading
Two nights ago I went to a gathering at a charming little cafe with an outdoor event space that looks like a burning man camp got lost on their way to the desert and ended up in Bushwick. I decided… Continue Reading
It’s a cold, wet, spring morning; I can hear birds chirping outside – which is unusual because I live in Brooklyn. But the sound of their songs and the smell of this air awakens a warm feeling inside me. A… Continue Reading
The coffeeshop I normally work in is closed for renovation, so I’ve brought myself to a bar nearby that serves breakfast during the day. I don’t mind it, but it has some downsides. Firstly, I’ve had several memorably bad experiences… Continue Reading
It’s a Sunday morning and I’m looking outside my window at the street that’s only just beginning to stir with life. A woman across the street wearing a hiking backpack walks quickly while trying to untangle her earbuds from her… Continue Reading
I walked home from the bar last night along Steinway. Through the late night brume shown the light of clothing stores, shoe stores, furniture stores, restaurants, delis, markets, hookah bars, dance clubs – burnishing beacons of commerce to fill me… Continue Reading
I’m in my new apartment, it’s October and I’m restless. All is silent here except for the steady swelling of sounds trailing into my window – muted roars of metal on metal from the trains passing in the distance. And… Continue Reading
The inspiration for this post came to me during last night’s walk, when I was reminded of the time I slept out in the desert in Israel. I think every human should experience falling asleep under the stars at least… Continue Reading
My draft box is filling with essays inchoate for lack of focus. Or lack of time. Both, actually. I’ll leave it like that for now. Tonight’s post will probably just be thoughts. Random, desultory musings – whatever pops into my head. They might coalesce… Continue Reading
I know, I’ve still been M.I.A. on here and although you probably already know why, allow me to explain. Again. I was at a bar in Queens last night and my friend and I were reading bumper stickers off of the cash… Continue Reading