January 2012
1 post
Outside the boys and men walk with shirts open to the waist in the middle of the street as the light settles in over the broken building tops and empty cans of beer that stand in attention across the street from the local branch of the Committee for Defense of the Revolution. They walk silently, almost in defiance of the constant thrum of noise and music that erupts from every open doorway and...
December 2011
1 post
An Email to President Obama
This morning I received an email from Michelle Obama asking me to donate 3$ in order to win a dinner with Barack Obama. This was my reply:
To Whom It May Concern — I am a staunch supporter of President Obama, having volunteered more than once during the campaign including get out the vote in North Philly on election day. On more than one occasion I found myself walking into the apartment...
February 2011
3 posts
January 2011
4 posts
December 2010
5 posts
November 2010
8 posts
Sing For Your Supper
I took five classes that I can remember at Hampshire college.
1 - “Korean Masked Dance Theater” was actually a class taught at Hampshire College but, through some quirk of the five college registration system, was technically an Amherst College course. On my stubby, but varied, college transcripts I have - in 8 point indelible ink - a four credit “A” from Amherst...
October 2010
6 posts
Anonymous asked: Hey, what was the last word in your story? I love it!
September 2010
11 posts
Nerd Boxing: A Column That Wasn't
This is the column that I submitted to the McSweeney’s contest. It was to be about things that make me squeamish. Things like: slugs, opossums, American Apparel, etc. The idea was that I’d describe how it makes me feel icky and then learn about the icky thing in hopes of feeling less icky. By the way, now I’m feeling icky about this intro.
THIS WEEK: It Came From The...
AN ESTATE OF MEMORIALS
The greatest lesson ever given to me was delivered outside the children’s memorial at Yad Vashem, the Israeli Holocaust museum.
The memorial itself is a few candles reflected thousands of times to give one the impression of walking through air surrounded by flickering light. A voice recites the names of the lost children of the Holocaust. Solitary women wait patiently for the name of...
August 2010
9 posts
July 2010
12 posts