66 Days, the Number of the Beast, Almost, No, Don’t Worry, No Beasts Were Harmed In the Making of this Post

Anecdote: Today when I was waiting to cross the street, a guy in a reflective vest carrying two bags of trash walked out in the street and stood two inches from passing cars and told us all, “Don’t do what I do!  It’s too dangerous!”  And got across 61st Street a millisecond ahead of the […]

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67 Days Left.

Winter is so cozy.  Such a good time to have coffee.  I drink hot coffee all year, not matter how hot it is outside, but it is nicer in winter. But: I looked at my bank balance this morning and I was like WHAT HOW IS THIS MY LIFE, but then, many of us feel […]

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68 Days, Yes.

Being in winter– unlike living in California or being a character in a Katy Perry video– it makes you patient, and resilient, and everything else I hate to get, but love to be. Especially: peaceful, having had it out with all your messes. Deep spiritual thought: Peace is more important than all justice; and peace […]

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Exchange

A place that knew your hand on the handrail of the stairs, and your face in its mirrors, can easily lose you.  On the nights of openings, I used to sneak up to use the bathroom.  The mongrel hordes through the gallery, I could pee upstairs in peace. No one lives there anymore who would know, […]

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