The N.A.C.C.O.P.A.

24. June 2011 here now 0
Nashville. I drink endless cups of coffee and read poetry and yes, listen to country. Earlier, H. was experimenting with an old Casio keyboard. Now, P. is downstairs learning songs to play on his guitar, at a wedding. The wedding is tomorrow. He learns fast. Harper is delighted by her grandparents’ undivided attention. They don’t ...

The Problem With Me

20. June 2011 here now 1
I am in Marina Del Rey because I have spent money on a workshop about pitching freelance ideas. (That’s not the problem. That’s fine, in theory.) Backstory: I was once a journalist. Hones to G-d. People paid me enough to live, if not always to eat, to write down words about real things. For seven ...

Meetings

07. June 2011 here now 0
The politics of scheduling: We do not reschedule. They reschedule on us. Sometimes right before-hand, hours before. The assistants are unfailingly polite, effusive. “We are so sorry.” People in their lives get sick. They themselves get sick. Their excuses are sweet, like the excuses of my college undergrads. “Don’t give your family bad mojo by ...

City of Angels

07. June 2011 here now 0
Today on the way home, Harper asked me: “Where is the man with flowers?” We were at a stoplight, just past the coin-operated carwash, before the derelict deli with the fading sign in the shape of a giraffe. The telephone poles on either side of us were covered in bright green posters, band names like ...

Part I: “Always Complain”

18. May 2011 here now 8
When I was in my twenties, the international director of business development for Playboy magazine wanted into my pants. I met him at a press conference that I was covering for the paper. I didn’t think we had much in common. But then I got my heart broken, big time—a loss that defined me for ...

For Friday the 13th

13. May 2011 here now 0
I wish for ten days of zazen medition at Green Gulch in Muir Beach, more than ten days, I wish to shave my head and wear their dark robes and chew their black kale and feel if not enlightenment then peace. Lasting peace. Or maybe I wish for new clothes...