New Brunswick is a city of sirens. There are hospitals here, by the seeming score, spiraling outward from the world-famous Robert Wood Johnson, one of the Johnson & Johnson Johnsons, an epicenter of so-called healthcare in the so-called Healthcare City.…
Tag: A Day in the Life
Drops
He tosses and turns in the vain effort to get to sleep. There is throbbing in his head, the natural consequence of this sort of upheaval, this sort of discombobulation of schedule and energy and the flailing inability to stay…
Hello Dali: the Life and Times of a Surreal Week
Have barely a moment to update things, so this will have to be short and sweet. As regular readers will have noted from the string of Duck and Covers with no other content lately, it’s been an insanely busy week.…
31: I’m Still Here
Last night, I had a dream about admitting a romantic interest to one of my oldest friends who I liked for some years back in the day. In the dream, it was acknowledged with the effortless casuality of ancient history…
The Town that No One Writes Home About
It’s been a manic day in Highland Park, one of my best days in recent or even long-term memory. There are lots of small little factors, but most of them are more about the absence of badness than the presence…
It’s Wednesday
Truly random musings, because it’s that kind of day and I’m in that kind of mood: 1. Life is a lot better when one isn’t in chronic tooth pain. 2. I’m really wildly excited about our tournament, now just nine…
Interpersonal Interaction
I haven’t been posting much lately. There’s a few reasons for that. For one, there’s something stemming from my last post that’s still being resolved and I’m not commenting on that matter till it gets sorted out. So that tends…
Death and Taxes
The future, apparently, is now. Or at least will start to take some shape remarkably soon. Tomorrow morning, I meet with one of Rutgers’ Vice Presidents to determine what I’m worth to the University on a possible bid to return…
Instruction
Sit in a coffee shop. Try to be present. Try to feel each moment, each second washing over the self-consciousness, perhaps washing away the self-consciousness, at least to the extent possible. Tune out the upbeat music in the background. Stare…
First of the Month
When I worked at Glide, there was continual discussion about the intramonthly rhythms of our clientele. Specifically, things were usually pretty thin at the outset of the month when people on some sort of federal or local aid received their…