My Dog is Chelsea

[Read more →]

I’m having a lull in my inspiration to write. Actually, that’s not true at all—I have several future entries formulated in my head. The real problem is that I get home from work only to begin my second job—that is, applying for another one—and by the time I move my car to the other side [...]

[Read more →]

My last entry sparked quite the debate over the color of saffron, so I feel the need to address this issue before we move on.
Saffron, actually, is neither orange nor yellow. It is somewhat reddish in tone, although I have to admit that I am not the best measure of this. My [...]

[Read more →]

I don’t know about you, but when someone says, “The Gates,” with the daunting use of unnecessary capitalization, I think, “The Pearly Gates,” and then I think, “Death.” But maybe that’s just me.
But The Gates are not, in fact, Death Incarnate, but rather a new art installation from Christo and his wife, Jeanne-Claude, in Central [...]

[Read more →]

311—the phone number, not the crappy band—is New York City’s non-emergency government information line. It’s 411 meets 911, minus the cops. In theory, 311 is a great idea. Your car hits a pothole the size of a crater on the moon. You get a flat. You want to report the pothole, but it’s not an [...]

[Read more →]