A short history of recent moments in subway riding. All accounts are accurate. Dates are absolutely made up. September 15, 2002 11:15 A.M.: A pigeon walks onto the 1 train at 242nd street… Read More
I’m probably not using the title of this blog in the same sense that Naughty By Nature did back in 1991, but it’s fitting. Mimi Audrey , my (step) grandmother died earlier this… Read More
Looks like poop, tastes like a party. Buy one for $2.50 at Lil’ Britain in Bennington, VT.
I have never been to Cape Cod. Every summer my Facebook feed alerts me of friends and family going to “the Cape.” That sounds great, and I admit that Cod is a destination… Read More
Dude check out these cones! I just went to Emack and Bolio’s for the first time. I’ll have a six pack of cones, sans ice cream please.
If you look up the word “slop” in the dictionary, I am pretty sure there is a picture of a garbage plate from Western New York: You’re looking at a styrofoam container spewing… Read More
I wrote this on a bus ride awhile back. Last night I flew into Phnom Penh, Cambodia from Bangkok, Thailand. Today, I am on a six hour bus to Siem Reap with 40… Read More
“Welcome to the Grace Hotel. Here is your room key. There is a private party here tonight, but guests of the hotel are welcome to attend.” Wouldn’t it be grand if this were… Read More
For a quarter of the year I live my life out of a suitcase. I travel alone from hotel to hotel, city to city, interacting with complete strangers on a daily basis. This… Read More
