Dear 17 Year-old Self,

04. August 2011 here now 14
The fictional American version of high school inhabited by Molly Ringwald and Andrew McCarthy and John Cusack simply does not exist. I know this is hard for you to hear. But you will never wake up and just be Samantha Mathis in Pump Up The Volume. embedded by Embedded VideoYouTube Pump Up The Volume trailer ...

Drive All Night

07. July 2011 here now 3
I used to want to check out every diner up and down NY-22 and I-90. I remember one that rose up off an embankment as you came around a bend, a curve of silver windows like the hull of a spaceship, behind five foot-high neon letters: DINER. It was somewhere between Williamstown and New York. ...

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 ...

Terrarium

03. June 2011 here now 4
The plants in my terrarium do not look right. The glass jar curves up at a nice angle. I tried to balance vertical grasses with the delicate spread of the baby tears, the sharp flat leaves of the one that’s like a tiny yucca. But from a distance, it just looks like… Some plants. In a ...

Best Party on Earth

27. May 2011 here now 2
I was at the best party on earth. I danced on the driftwood body of a phoenix the size of a jetliner. Its wings and talons rose out of the earth on either side and they were on fire. Flaming ten foot-tall iron talons. The best DJs on earth just at that moment were set ...

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...