A Box of Matches

What you do first thing in the morning can influence your whole day. If the first thing you do is stump to the computer in your pajamas to check your email, blinking and plucking your proverbs, you’re going to be in a hungry electronic funk all morning. So don’t do it. If you read the… Continue reading A Box of Matches

BK Flea Saturday 2.18.12

My typical Saturday morning and early afternoon usually looks like this (abridged): Wake up. Make coffee. Make breakfast. Read. Get dressed. Drop off laundry. Go to Brooklyn Flea. Browse all vendors. Head to BK Flea food court. Eat 2 pulled pork sliders from Asia Dog. Eat 1 chocolate with cocoa nibs donut from Dough. Browse… Continue reading BK Flea Saturday 2.18.12

Billy Collins at Strand

Lovely evening at a Billy Collins reading at Strand. On whether or not he’ll ever write prose: “No.” … “No one asks prose writers if they’ll ever write poetry.” … “Poetry is a bird, prose is a potato.” PS – My blog is back up, after a several month struggle/confusion with hosting.

My 26th Year in iPhone photos

Here’s a small sample of my 26th year, exclusively from iPhone photos. Hover over the photo or click through to Flickr to see the very short or unhelpful titles they might have.

Teaser Tuesday

The power of saying good night each night to Lena is great. On the first night that Lena was gone, Vaclav said good night to her, put the good night out into the scary, lonely darkness, and meant each word in a very specific way. Good night. Good night. He wanted her to have a… Continue reading Teaser Tuesday

Hi Hello

Hello there. I blinked my eyes and suddenly it’s July. Suddenly it’s the middle of summer. Suddenly it’s been months since I’ve last posted here. Suddenly! (The word “suddenly” reminds me of one of my favorite poems “Tension” by Billy Collins. You can read it online here.) My life has changed quite a bit this… Continue reading Hi Hello

Teaser … Sunday?

When a line in a book makes you laugh out loud in a very high volume, it deserves to be posted. :) Mrs. Next came back into the room. “You never told me you’d bought a gold-plated toilet.” Landon frowned. “We don’t have a gold-plated toilet.” “Oh, dear,” said Mrs. Next. “I think I’ve just… Continue reading Teaser … Sunday?