There’s something about these carnival lights that make me feel at ease. It’s like a promise — to tell me that they will always be around, that they will never leave. To make me believe in tomorrow. To make me believe in me.
It’s time to tear down all the decorations and all the bullshit. It’s a new year, new decade, and I’m fucking 40 years old. I bring my age up because I tend to compare. Like “How old was he when he dropped his first novel?” But despite that, I know that wisdom still persists. I […]
This little black-and-tan dachshund bitch is just over 10 years old. She loves soft things like new blankets and thick rugs; sunbathing; and playing with her squeaky rollie ball. Today, I caught her basking under the sun atop our new Virgil Abloh rug, set inside our son’s room. I bring this to you because this […]
I hadn’t a clue who Kacey Musgraves was — but without her unabashed sense of adventure and her huge celebrity-sized following, she wouldn’t have had the chance to spread the word about Tom’s One Hour Photo, which is: My kind of photo lab My kind of photographer My kind of photo I have fond memories […]
I was just editing a post about smoking weed at 40, as I was smoking weed at 40, and it led me into a dark place (one of many) that I went through in life. Because as it happens, smoking weed at 40 can cause one to reflect: I once worked for a company where […]
Russell Westbrook was so locked in that he forgot the basics, traveling halfway down the court without once dribbling the ball. This is the type of day dreaminess that I try to achieve each time I’m behind the keyboard writing.
It was by Helena Lipstadt entitled “A Quarrel with the Village of My Birth.” The word “village” lured me in. I fell in love with each “Even her” – especially in the following line: “Even her avenues are lined with pikes.” Then I read each “Of course” and was compelled to share. Read “A Quarrel […]
La Cienega Blvd. under the 10 freeway. “I thought it, poetic .” “Not really; more of a clichéd poetic.” “Doesn’t it say something to you?” “What does it say to you?” “I marvel at the fact that one word, as simple as one word, can move someone, like the same way a poem moves when […]