[/caption]As I sit here with what I imagine to be the flu, I think of things, you know, dumb stuff to do. Like read or write or look at the light, Try not to think, ‘I’m dying!’ with all my might. I came across this in the New York Times: Three noted writers of music…
Yesterday I heard a man say something in Russian to his children. I imagine he was referencing the storm we were walking through as compared to winters in his native cheery Siberi-a. Probably went something like, “Why, when I was young we didn’t have clothes, we had to wear the snow to keep us…
Surreal to see the Halloween yard decorations blowing past my apartment window: a fleet of witches without their brooms just flew by. Ironically, they’ll probably end up actually flying into a tree. Oh, here comes their riderless brooms sweeping the leaves; and here come the trees! There goes a chorus-line of glow-in-the-dark skeletons holding hands…
For years I had one of those mini-trampolines in our little one-bedroom apartment here in Queens. Caryn used to sit on it in lotus position and meditate. She looked like a yogi figurine by Lladro. I found the mini-trampoline on the street outside our building not long after I moved to New York City in…
Unfriend me now, misogynists! Begone, bigots! I say unto thee, unfriend me now, you homophobes! You racists! You pedophiles of Liberty! Dispatch thyself from my virtual life, you scaremongering cowards! You puke piles of bile! Purge me from your mace-in-the-Facebook lives! Unfriend me now, Villains! Unfriend me now, you who choose the Duke de la…
I’m not religious. I attended Catholic school from first through third grades. The picture of God on the classroom wall was a caricature of an old white man with a white beard who resembled an Al Hirschfeld self-portrait. The picture opposite Him was of His Son, Jesus. The picture of Jesus looked a lot like…