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You performed the greatest national anthem in those sunglasses. Subliminally interjecting, oh lord, jesus, listen. Oh Lord Jesus, we listened. I sing at church on Sunday mornings these days, at an old Episcopal church off of Atlantic Avenue. I am once again a white morsel in an otherwise chocolate cookie. It’s great. But […]
Read More ChurchEverybody gets recognized these days. Secretaries, parents, black people, even the controversial gay. But what about the male nannies of these United States? What about the men of compassion who commit their afternoons to the betterment of childkind? What disqualifies us from a governmental shout-out? Nothing. And that is why, on this week after Labor […]
Read More The Manny DiariesThere comes a point in one’s life when he can look back and admonish that which once was acceptable. Pants were sagging back in my day, and they’re still asag today. I remember distinctly because my Dad was riffing the “pants on the ground” chorus in so many words for most of 8th grade. Are […]
Read More The Sag: A Hypocritical DenouncementI was leaning against the fence bordering the playground parallel to 2nd Street when a little black girl took interest in my leisure activities. “Are you reading the bible?” “No.” “Do you have kids?” “No.” “How old are you?” “Twenty five. How old are you?” “You don’t need to know.” And that was that. She […]
Read More Sass in the SlopeWe stopped into Bagel World on our way to the subway this morning, and received not coffee with our cream and sugar, but hot water. Upon first inspection the wishful thought of a rogue vanilla latte zipped through our synapses, but a taste test dashed these fantasies. On the way back home, the misdeed was […]
Read More To the Horse, and Getting Back on with ItThe band Owl City is troubling me. The music; it’s auto-tuned, it’s synth-infused, and bouncily boppy, but it lacks discernible originality. Their tunes sound heavily influenced by 2003’s Postal Service album Give Up, except that the vocals are unabashedly delivered in that homogenized emo-pop croon that has since emerged. What’s troubling, I suppose, is that […]
Read More Lunch DrawingI like fast things. Not machines so as much as organisms. I was the fastest kid in my class, and I really cherished that title. Actually, Dave and I were the ones who always finished 1, 2 in lunchtime races. As such, I’m a big fan of a good cheetah. In the video below, a […]
Read More In a New State of MindAs I evacuated the shower this morning, past the canted soap-rack, over the ailing drain and into the cramped confines of my yellowed W.C., I thought to myself: “finally.” Life in rural luxury was a fortuitous buffer, but there were few traces of the grit on which spots like Brooklyn hang their proverbial hats. At […]
Read More A tale of two egosAfter I shut the door and started back to the living room, he yelled something at me, but I couldn’t exactly hear him. I’m pretty sure he yelled “Good luck!” at me. I hope not. I hope to hell not. I’d never yell “Good luck!” at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it. […]
Read More Luck, my footMy bathing suit is chafing me. Not that I should be complaining – it being bathing suit weather and all – but my most recent wanderings have left me out of washing machine range. As such, my suitably warm-weather clothes are either too muddy or fragrant to don at this moment and I am left […]
Read More The Troubles With Travel
Being Thayer 