Writer’s block is not real. When people say they have writer’s block, what I think they mean is that they are unwilling to write a lot of stupid crap. Or that they have suffered a stroke, and can no longer think or communicate in words. One of those two things. I was in New York […]
Read More Block1. Man working snack bar in Staten Island Ferry waiting area, after handing me $16 in ones, says, “Sorry about that.” He looks me over. “Hey, now you can go to a topless bar! That’s what you’ve been waiting all your life for, right?” 2. Walking through Times Square, I am telling my companion that current […]
Read More New York’s Most Beautiful People, August 2012 EditionWhen I was younger, I wanted more than anything to pull a light down and close to a crocodile. To ask him politely to open his mouth. To have him comply. To grasp my little mirror and hook and start pressing and scraping , ivory surface, white surface, bits of maybe-brown that I would have […]
Read More Crocodile DentistBad news is a potato and good news is truffle oil. I love truffle oil, but I feel strange about it immediately. What do you do with it? If you agree, I know you like Woody Allen. Bad news is a fine, solid business. The potato I can’t live without. I know what to do with […]
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