It is late autumn and the weather is unpredictable. Three days ago I wore a coat, scarf and gloves, and bundled I walked for hours through Manhattan and discovered every single dead end in the city. When finally I spoke I had difficulty forming vowels with my frozen face. I rubbed my cheeks. I arrived at The Cloisters. They are always always ( Read more... )

An interesting expedition of sorts: I decided to see what I was up to in the first few weeks of November in years past, by looking at the archives of my online ramblings.

Here is what I found:

2001It's been a really long time since my last post. Sorry about that... life has been unfathomably busy ( Read more... )

My brother-in-law-in-law (this is the term I have created for my sister-in-law's brother. I am sure that many languages actually have words for this relationship, but English does not seem to) posted this meme, and so I shall pass it along. I like this one. Memory is fleeting. Perhaps you can remind me of something I've forgotten, or let me relive ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I enjoy writing poetry. There, I said it.

I used to imagine myself a poet... misunderstood, lonely, brilliant. Ah, the life of a suburban white fifteen year old male. I would write really, really bad poetry. Thank goodness I can't remember specifically (I'm sure I have copies sitting around someplace that I can find and burn), but I can ( Read more... )

When people ask me what my day job is, I offer the disparaging reply, "I put paper in a drawer." While snarky, this is also the truth. I take papers and I put them in drawers, and if a properly labelled folder does not exist for a certain piece of paper, I'll go ahead and produce one. Then I can put that piece of paper into its rightful drawer ( Read more... )

My roommate (identified on the internets by the name "Blackey Fontaine") recently linked to this list of the 100 Best English Language Novels from 1923 to the Present (here's his take on TurboAwesome.com). I thought I would get in on the listing action. I'm not going to do hyperlinks with all of these books because it would take far too much effort ( Read more... )

It's raining cats & dogs outside, and my socks are wet. This bodes well for a pleasant day, I wager. But first, I wanted to find out why the x (where 'x' is a variable) the phrase "it's raining cats & dogs" went through my head, because I noticed that it doesn't make one darned bit of sense ( Read more... )

I know it's lame to write a post about the weather... but...

The weather for the past three days has just been notably beautiful. The equinox hit earlier this week and wasn't messing around. New York apparently decided that it was autumn and just went for it.

Absolutely lovely.

Last night, I finished reading Neil Gaiman's new novel Anansi Boys. Quick review: Neil Gaiman is one of my favorite authors, and this book certainly didn't hurt his standing. It's excellent. The young man can write. (Especially compared to the book that I tried to start reading--The Traveler by a fellow calling himself John Twelve Hawks (yeah right ( Read more... )

My friend Morgan D.S. Murphey is in charge of space requests at my school, and I enjoy filling out false space requests for her amusement. On the most recent one, I claimed that my show was called "On A Lemon Yellow Morning I Awoke to Chocolate Words ( Read more... )