Earlier today, on a spur of the moment, I decided to make the trip home. Ostensibly to pick up an item or two, run some errands, as my availability will be closing up very shortly, what with the new job starting on Monday. But underneath that was the familiar impetus to change scenery, of the same genre that would infect me when turmoil in NYC ( Read more... )

In 2010, my principal preoccupation was time ( Read more... )

YEAR-IN-REVIEW ROUNDUP

The 2016 Highlight Reel, Italics Edition

This one is always the most fun.

January: T learns about his mother's side of the family, manages to leash the Black Dog, and contemplates his condition. While studying for the Bar, then going on a date.

February: T returns home to continue studying for the Bar, and is grateful to ( Read more... )

Miracle of miracles, the A train was nearly empty when I hopped it this morning for an early commute. Virtuous patience at work, I'd actually had my eye on the C train, as that's provided both a seat and a longer opportunity to indulge in pleasure-reading. But this A train rolled up after the previous one and looked like New York City had been ( Read more... )

As I type this, I’m on the red-themed Metro-North out of New Haven, bound for Grand Central. As Mom has chosen to fill the free time that attends an empty nest with work, she has spent the weekend in the hospital, engaging the human monstrosity, as one is wont to do on Mother’s Day. Still fresh in my mind are the magnificent fight scenes from ( Read more... )

There are no entries from last week. It is certainly not for lack of content. Rather, things had been moving so swiftly in a week so packed with life that there was little time for anything bigger than an Instagram post or a Facebook status update. But things seem to have slowed for the time being. A brief, non-comprehensive recap ( Read more... )

A little under two years ago, a friend wrote an essay on love as an inevitably politicized choice ( Read more... )

It's not quite despair, not yet. But it is a changing of the mood that puts to rest or, at least, battles the theory that such emotional convulsions are tied to the departure and the advent of seasons. I'll not invoke Salman Rushdie's masterwork and imply that this dip is tied by some celestial umbilical cord to the increasingly apocalyptic cast of ( Read more... )

Because I couldn't concentrate enough this morning to review answers for yesterday's milestone exams, I read a piece on the enduring necessity and accidental poetry of Greyhound buses. At 4.30pm, I will board one ( Read more... )

Past-due medical bills are the worst.