I cannot do my yoga in peace. I do my yoga for peace, first thing practically. But there is a dog that stares incessantly at me. It doesn't seem like a big deal, but to me, I cannot create a space for myself to ease into my day with while it is being pierced by anxious canine eyes. Every move I make, every where I go and every word I utter is ( Read more... )

It seems safe to say the dog days of summer are just about over as we move towards the dog days of winter. The days are shorter; the nights are longer. Even the routine of the shifting seasons is not one that I'm ready to settle in with too terribly much longer. Every day, I wake up reluctantly with no recollection of dreams had but for an abrupt ( Read more... )

It's high noon on a Sunday, I've been awake about an hour and have already been asked for two favors. It seems to me that I don't exactly have any friends until they need something. Adam Brown has moved in down the street; we haven't spoken more than a few passing conversations in the last year, neither before or after he'd gone to summer camp. I ( Read more... )

I place a pot pie in the oven from this morning's jaunt past the local market on its last stretch of the season before putting the final touches on another track for my album which is also on its last stretch of recording. I opted out of my company's 6th anniversary party despite feeling obligated to make an appearance. My first obligation is to ( Read more... )

At a certain point in the day, sometimes quite early, and some days quite often, I begin to lose my cool and blame New York. I spend ample time lamenting my momentary circumstances that are less than desirable as if millions of other people aren't sweating out their angst and frustrations with navigating their own lives through the relentless city ( Read more... )

It's an inevitable part of every life churning the cogs of society and culture, the routines that give each of those lives meaning and order. My own routine has taken the shape of a begrudged awakening to trudge into the living room and do my ingrained stretching routine while Coconut waits anxiously for her morning walk. I walk her through Jackie ( Read more... )

My brother had his baby, Fletcher Ansel, one week ago. He's following protocol, but I'm as proud of him as I should be. He got himself a good wife with Theresa and they'll make a great family. This would be important to me as we've managed to be one damn good family ourselves. So I'm skipping out on the ever anticipated Yankees game on Friday to go ( Read more... )

Crazy Amy moved out of apartment 25 and in her place moved a young lady named Sadie. She opened her door as Coconut and I came back from another jaunt and we talked in her doorway for about ten minutes before I invited her up to my place. Hers was empty and all full of boxes as she was already flying the coop. I'd hardly met her. Not that anything ( Read more... )

Early mornings are a time of day I seldom experience anymore. I sleep until I wake up and more often than not, that tends to be in the double digits. This morning, with responsibilities extended beyond the care of my own dog to that of my friend Jacob's, I rose before even 8am and walked the creatures through the park to Starbucks. Let me note here ( Read more... )

"No, it's 2 o'clock, you need to go home!" she told me playfully, as I painfully lamented another evening spent well into opportunistic hours without making a move. It's like playing the computer at chess: I can make a good opening, I consider myself a decent player, but I can't make the right move at the right time. Yes, I have that all inhibiting ( Read more... )