In Weekend . . .
04.17.2009
And the worries we brought with us too melted, but still formed pools on the surface, making it clear to us that a longer break was needed.
11.10.2008
One way to relax after a Sunday afternoon herding leaves is to have a couple of beers and sit on the couch with your hand under your belt and watch some football and feel good and fine and strong--and downright brawny, damnit, like the guy on the paper towel rolls--for having worked hard and for having cuts on your hands and dirt under your nails and an easy sort of pain in your muscles.
10.29.2008
And speaking of pure, this is about the point in the evening when we were picked up by a wedding-white stretch Hummer, tremendous in its indecency. Inside, multi-colored laser lights danced on the ceiling and in our hair as we sipped OJ and Peach Vodka from plastic champagne flutes while reclining on those magnificent dark seats.
09.15.2008
Friday was a 26-hour day that began in the dark hours of morning at Newark Airport and ended at a North Beach strip club. The devil built Columbus and Broadway out of discarded bottles of original sin, brother. And he called it good. Believe.
03.17.2008
Saturday's trip into the city involved going through the Lincoln Tunnel ... twice.
07.23.2007
Looking back, I have to say the manual gave some interesting 'suggestions,' but I quickly determined that - because I only had two turkey burgers to grill and not steaks for twenty - I would do things differently. Clearly, these instructions were for people with many mouths to feed. This was just two burgers for C and me. Surely, I'd be able to cut a few corners. And I was right! I'm not selfish when it comes to information, so I thought I'd go ahead and share my special method with all of you.
In Weather . . .
03.25.2008
If you look closely at the backyard of your soul, you'll find a shed. And it's something you've gazed at a million times before and it's always remained closed and mysterious, and surrounded by ice. Familiar, but strange. Holding so much promise, but surrounded by challenge and danger.
04.17.2007
Head down, against this wind. I don't want to face these things. It's easier not to look ahead. To a familiar place where hard decisions become missed opportunities.
In Travel . . .
05.28.2009
For me, the earthquake helped get my mind off the fact that I had lost my Blackberry somewhere on the beach earlier that day. I was feeling kind of down about that, and the prospect of a crushing death under fallen debris helped put the whole thing in perspective.
04.17.2009
And the worries we brought with us too melted, but still formed pools on the surface, making it clear to us that a longer break was needed.
10.29.2008
And speaking of pure, this is about the point in the evening when we were picked up by a wedding-white stretch Hummer, tremendous in its indecency. Inside, multi-colored laser lights danced on the ceiling and in our hair as we sipped OJ and Peach Vodka from plastic champagne flutes while reclining on those magnificent dark seats.
09.15.2008
Friday was a 26-hour day that began in the dark hours of morning at Newark Airport and ended at a North Beach strip club. The devil built Columbus and Broadway out of discarded bottles of original sin, brother. And he called it good. Believe.
08.14.2008
One of my favorite things to dwell upon is travel, especially of the air variety. But this time, I've got a new source for my Fret: Honey.
04.09.2008
Despite a talkative rooster, or maybe because of him, our trip to San Pancho was quite great. And a wonderful reprieve from a New Jersey that's still having temperatures in the 30s and 40s.
04.06.2007
Let's say the Duke just spent a few nights in a Mexican prison. Now you get the picture.
08.10.2006
OK. I hate to do this, but let me just take a moment to be a shining example of the kind of spoiled American attitude that makes terrorists cringe . . .
07.19.2006
Unlike my last post, this one is will be short and sweet.
07.05.2006
In Friends . . .
05.28.2009
For me, the earthquake helped get my mind off the fact that I had lost my Blackberry somewhere on the beach earlier that day. I was feeling kind of down about that, and the prospect of a crushing death under fallen debris helped put the whole thing in perspective.
04.29.2009
Also, I have to add that one of the great things that happens when one of my good friends gets married is I end up meeting a bunch of other people who I also really like. Because close friends of close friends have a way of getting along. Or maybe it just helped that we were inebriated the entire weekend and that we started things off at a titty bar.
11.24.2008
Paul wrote on my wall: We're almost halfway to 70. How do you feel? I wrote back: When I look at it that way ... not good.
10.23.2008
But life has brought us to the Garden State and, I've got to say, aside from the constant ache I feel in my ass from being repeatedly violated by our township on our property taxes every three months, it ain't all that bad up here. Still, there has been something missing from our lives. Something that used to bring us great joy and that we really took for granted for so long ...
09.15.2008
Friday was a 26-hour day that began in the dark hours of morning at Newark Airport and ended at a North Beach strip club. The devil built Columbus and Broadway out of discarded bottles of original sin, brother. And he called it good. Believe.
07.16.2008
A little plug for a friend's band, who could open for Coldplay.
07.14.2008
When I finally made it downstairs, shaking and about ten pounds lighter than I was the night before, the first of my neighbors began showing up with their July 4th game faces on, all full of energy and wondering what the hell kind of party this was where everybody was chewing Rolaids and talking about hairs on dogs and squinting at each other from behind sunglasses under drizzly skies.
03.12.2008
Last week, I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit and joined a group called Thirty-Something Bloggers.
08.20.2007
Dallas last week is now a whirl of memories, all good.
06.16.2007
We met Lily tonight. So beautiful. Congratulations E&M!
In Family . . .
05.28.2009
For me, the earthquake helped get my mind off the fact that I had lost my Blackberry somewhere on the beach earlier that day. I was feeling kind of down about that, and the prospect of a crushing death under fallen debris helped put the whole thing in perspective.
05.13.2008
Clearly, being in this state of bare-chestedness was one of those things only boys could do, along with the awesome faculty to pee while standing up. Damn we were lucky.
04.28.2008
And I keep thinking that maybe one day I'll peel back that one final layer and I'll be able to see clearly and say with some authority that this, this is Clarence ... but the bottom line is I will never know this man. I will die and he will remain a mystery to me.
02.26.2008
This past Christmas, during a group outing to the mall to put Christmas money to good use, C's mom wound up buying "The Story So Far", a 2-CD "Best Of" compilation of Rod Stewart hits. My outward reaction to this purchase was cool, non-committal enthusiasm. Inwardly, however, my reaction was ...
08.20.2007
Dallas last week is now a whirl of memories, all good.
12.27.2006
I'm back home. In DC. We flew in last night. And even though I truly loved seeing friends and family in Dallas, I am very relieved to be back on the east coast again. I feel grounded. I woke to the familiar sounds of car horns and sirens this morning, which kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I'm ready to re-train my legs on how to do this thing called walking.
11.23.2006
Things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
07.03.2006
And when it really comes down to it, isn't that what America is all about? Hot dogs, apple pie, and Rocky IV?
06.05.2006
We've spent the last several days in the Bay Area for Catherine's dad's 60th birthday. Needless to say, it was a festive weekend, filled with way too much eating and drinking.
05.03.2006
We met Catherine's family in Vegas for her sister's 21st birthday. As is proper in Vegas, I slept very little, drank mightily, and gambled heartily.
In Dallas . . .
03.27.2009
On my days off, I'd visit Juan. It was like my day at school. Because I was young and new to bartending. And Juan, who was a good ten years my senior, worked at one of the busiest Mexican cantinas in Dallas. He was, unequivocally, a bad-ass. And I felt like if I put in enough time observing him, that I too would be a bad-ass.
08.20.2007
Dallas last week is now a whirl of memories, all good.
12.27.2006
I'm back home. In DC. We flew in last night. And even though I truly loved seeing friends and family in Dallas, I am very relieved to be back on the east coast again. I feel grounded. I woke to the familiar sounds of car horns and sirens this morning, which kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I'm ready to re-train my legs on how to do this thing called walking.
12.13.2006
This morning I went for an early morning walk in my mom's neighborhood.
12.08.2006
I'm not a migratory creature. At least not in practice.
11.19.2006
So it took the Cowboys to finally rope in the Colts.
11.07.2006
The data is a little out of date, but it looks like if you're from LA, you might start investing in a new lung now . . .
10.12.2006
In the battle over largest Texas cities, I've always rooted for Houston, since that's where I grew up.
11.29.2005
The trip to Dallas was awesome. Good weather. Good food. Good conversations. And since it was also my birthday, good gifts!
11.21.2005
Some things I plan to do while in Dallas.
In Chewing . . .
06.08.2009
Then there's the whole problem of choice. Goddamit. We like to think having choices makes us happy. But we now know the great paradox about that, don't we? That the more choices we have, in general, the less happy we seem to be. Because there's the fear of making the "wrong" choice. And there's the regret that comes with making a bad one. And, of course, in a certain time and place, every choice can seem like a bad one. At root, I think is the illusion of control we like to maintain.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
04.02.2009
Moses is sick of my bitching and carrying on. At Starbucks, he sips his coffee and taps his finger and looks out the window. He has cleaned up a bit. He wears dress slacks. A button up shirt. His hair is slicked back. He looks downright respectable.
03.27.2009
On my days off, I'd visit Juan. It was like my day at school. Because I was young and new to bartending. And Juan, who was a good ten years my senior, worked at one of the busiest Mexican cantinas in Dallas. He was, unequivocally, a bad-ass. And I felt like if I put in enough time observing him, that I too would be a bad-ass.
03.05.2009
Sometimes this spot--the one on my glasses, the right lens--sometimes, it doesn't bother me that much. But sometimes, like right now, it's all I can see. And I have to cock my head back in an abnormal way in order to get it out of my line of sight.
02.27.2009
Of course, there's the whole balancing issue. I'm sure part of the problem has to do with that.
02.11.2009
Moses has been showing up at the dog park lately. He wears a hoodie over layers of other clothes. His face is all eyebrows and a beard the color of road snow. We talk about the economy. He says things like, "When you're an architect, nobody wants to put you on retainer."
01.28.2009
So I went outside in the morning dark. The town already wide awake, excited, true. Like the quick intake of breath. Like the root and the stir. Like the clutch of a tongue-tied pinky swear. And packed purposefully into layers of clothes, I went chasing the down and the din.
01.12.2009
Right now, I have several pairs of wearable jeans. But not one of them is my favorite. My favorites all have big holes in them. And that leaves me with no old standby to wear to anything that isn't a Poison concert or my monthly Grunge Club social. Even then, it's really just too cold to wear these swathes of denim. So instead, I wear one of The Others.
01.06.2009
Out of all the things I lose each day--my keys, my hat, my sweater ... my sobriety, my dignity--the thing that bothers me the most is a lost voice.
Comments
Posted by lemmonex on Mar 04, 2008 at 3:28:42 PM
Posted by lucesco on Mar 05, 2008 at 3:00:41 PM
Margaritas are pretty easy to make at home, you know? And fresh salsa, too. Do you have a pool table? Bring Dallas to Jersey?? Well, why not?
Posted by Reya Mellicker on Mar 06, 2008 at 8:44:55 AM
Ohh, what a lovely line!
These are the best trips--the ones that only last a few days but so wholly and wonderfully free you from where you were before your travels began.
Posted by Hannah on Mar 06, 2008 at 10:25:51 AM
Lemmonex: Pot roast goes well with so many things, doesn't it? Especially when Mom makes it.
Hannah: If only I hadn't of had business there, too, I could have escaped completely. Stupid work.
Posted by rothko on Mar 06, 2008 at 10:49:18 AM
Posted by e on Mar 06, 2008 at 3:00:08 PM