Saturday Afternoon

Based on an essay by Edmund Wilson. In Jackson Square, the spidermums, spotted in Newport ash, are blooming like supplicants. A pack of cougars, celebrating a second marriage at the Magnolia bakery, are flaunting plastic diadems. In Central Park,...

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My Contribution

My apologies for being out of touch lately, I've been working on larger, non-blog projects. An example of one: This is a subway ad for a new television series on CBS called The Mentalist. Apparently on this show, Simon Baker...

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Wedding Season

If I've been delinquent in my blogging, it's been because I've been immersed in the summer trend that's been cauterizing my age bracket without remorse...the wedding season. These events insulate me, not like a slowly sled brushfire, but like a...

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Columbus Circle Part II

The next day I started reading Goodbye, Columbus. The End...

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'Everyday Italian' on the Food Network Is Borderline Pornography

Everyday Italian on the Food Network is Borderline Pornography Author's Note: I am well aware of the last shreds of dignity that blogging about this topic strips me of. I appreciate your continued support. AC Like any flaneur who becomes...

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Review: Bon Iver, "For Emma, Forever Ago"

Sometimes, my friends interrupt my life to impose imperatives upon me. This has to be, in a lot ways, what friendship is about. The closest of them will demand (as I probably do too often of them) that I stop...

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I've Nothing New to Say

It is Saturday; always start with time. To follow: I am in my apartment. I've decided to make it a Sabbath. I worked Friday night and it was slow until friends and regulars stopped by and we all just...

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Sea of Galilee

Day Two: Jetlag Above the Kinneret, 6:44 A.M. I was stranded like a vessel on the water; I put faith in nature and set myself adrift, isn't that how all epics begin: a tide of repose and resignation, a tide...

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Tumbleweed Sunday/I'm Not There

Author's Note: I am writing this late at night. Finish this whole piece. Go see the movie. In the morning, I was sick, not from anything other than a lack of health, a full throat, a funny dream where I...

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Texas Allegedly

For the reader unaware, condensed visits to my native Houston with their albatrosses and communal inspections often annoy me with a considerable flagrance (and possibly make me insane). I invoke last year's Thanksgiving ramble as a primer for a dilettante...

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"Texas"

Innocuous vanity plates or symptom of a larger malady? Read on to find out. In the five minutes after I depart Houston Hobby airport in my mother's semi-old silver Volvo, I encounter the billboard of the ages. I was shocked...

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