Since arriving in Los Angeles in November, I’ve had several heart pangs over missing the sidewalk bustle in Boerum Hill every morning, my beloved deli guy, Peter (below after winning $20 off me when I bet against Germany during the World Cup), snow, and being able to meander around at two A.M. without being theContinue reading “LA update: the cure for homesickness”
I was pretty flattered to have been asked by Wattpad to contribute a story in support of Universal Pictures’ theatrical release of Ouija: The Movie. The only requirement for the story’s plot was that it feature a ouija board. Seriously… no problem. When I was a student at NYU, it was common knowledge that theContinue reading “OUIJA: Room 9 and my real-life ghost story”
1) Ethan Hawk rushed past the Starbucks on Court and Dean once on a hot summer day and all of the middle-aged yoga moms inside the coffee shop freaked and were fanning themselves. 2) Paul Dano regularly frequented my Court Street deli at the same odd hours as I did. He’s very cool. 3) Paul’s girlfriend,Continue reading “Famous People I Have Seen in Cobble Hill”
Living in New York City is full of many perils (crime, vermin, subway derailments, etc). Life here also offers a great many annoyances, most of which are related to the fact that there are far too many people living here, crammed into buildings that are rapidly falling into rack and ruin. Even the most pleasantContinue reading “Movies I Will One Day Write About My Neighbors”
I spent this past weekend in Chicago visiting my family before the big rush of holiday airport traffic, which gives me severe agita. My family is blessed to have my three-year-old nephew Declan, the most charming rascal you’ll ever meet, with a glint the size of Texas in his eye. “Thanks,” is how he repliesContinue reading “It came just the same”
It’s snowing in Brooklyn and it’s almost Christmas, which means two things: 1) Christmas tree “farms” have popped up on sidewalks all over my neighborhood (see below) and 2) I’m rockin’ my gnome socks, a snow day tradition (also see below w/cameo by Silvio the cat). If this street looks a little familiar, it’s becauseContinue reading “It’s snowing, and the gnome socks are on”
Back in the day (when I was in college) it was not uncommon during the months of July and August for my friends and I, trapped like roaches in stifling New York City apartments without air conditioning, to call each other and have conversations like this: “I’m totally naked standing in front of the fridge,Continue reading “5 Things that are Simply Not OK About This Heat”
Often, when I’m listening to Sigur Ros, I like to imagine that I kind of understand what they’re singing about. Last night at Madison Square Garden, I was reminded that I really don’t understand a word of Icelandic. Not a word.
It fascinates me that the 6 Train in New York always — always — smells like urine. No matter what time of day, or which day of the week. How is there so much urine? Who are these anonymous pee-ers?