He sits out on the high rickety wood porch, consuming pages like nutrients long missing from his diet. The movers, the cleaners, the gas company, everybody’s late, everybody’s nice. Except the moving truck driver from Astoria, Queens. Of course. He’s…
Fixing Football Follow-Up: 2014 Bracket
After watching Russia fall into a heart-breaking and eliminating draw against Algeria, I did at least acknowledge the quality of the story that would be coming up, which would be a rematch between Germany and Algeria, offering the latter team…
Fixing Football
I, like many sports fans, have been following the 2014 World Cup, though I share some misgivings about it as an institution (as do most conscious people). Clearly rotational hosting is both exciting and fun and showcases parts of the…
Facing the Direction I am Bound
I’m overdue to head back north, racing for the direction where things should be wrapped up tight in a nice little bow, or at least packed up in cardboard and covered over with tape. Progress on the move has been…
Getting Mugged
Moving is difficult. It’s not refugee-camp difficult or even traumatic-crisis difficult, which actually distinguishes it from a lot of this year, which has been harder. But it’s one of those things where the work is long and sloggy and contrasts…
A Walk in the Park
It’s been quite a week. I would like to be poetic and hip and write one of those rambly but ultimately reflective and incisive posts that I aspire to write nearly every time I sit down at this screen. But…
Confessions of an Accidental Accumulator
“I’ve been known to say that I live much of my life as though I can assume that some archivist will eventually come in and take an interest in my old papers. Granted, that archivist may just be an older…
Marching to New Orleans
You may have noticed a burst of color around here. If you haven’t noticed said burst of color, hit the “refresh” button on your browser. Ah, there we go. I’m moving to New Orleans in a little over a month.…
I Miss You Already: Glide, Maya Angelou (1928-2014), and the Ever-Renewing Past
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” -Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings There is a place at Glide called the Maya Angelou Room. It’s warm and cozy and the perfect place…
Unemployment Actually Up in April, Reporting Gap Hits All-Time High
There are some more detailed posts in the work since I’ve decided I’m going to re-energize this blog and start posting again, but I think it’s time for a quick continuation of our series on the misreporting of unemployment. (The…