
No. 128 - Writing My First Play
624 Words. 2 Minute Read.
I wrote a play today. Actually, I finished writing a play today. I started it four days ago while waiting for a flight at the Atlanta airport.

No. 91 - Silver Screen Triangle of NY
888 Words. 4 Minute Read.
But not all triangles are equal. The Bermuda Triangle seems to be a real son of a bitch for pilots. And the Golden Triangle, in Southeast Asia, is where most of the world’s opium is grown. These places give triangles a bad name. On the other hand, you have what I call the Silver Screen Triangle of New York, where movies reign supreme.

No. 77 - A Silent Movie in the East Village
862 Words. 3 Minute Read.
You have to remember that we were all there voluntarily. No one forced us to sit through a film of this nature. I wasn’t taken at gun point by Gene Siskel. Sure, most of us probably didn’t know it would be that quiet, but by that point we were in it together. And truth to told, when someone tried to cover a sneeze or silence a yawn, it was, well ... sort of welcomed. Ninety minutes of silence is a long time.

No. 76 - A Record Player in New York
1,000 Words. 4 Minute Read.
Similar to antiquing, I see these records and think to myself that someone enthusiastically went to a record shop with this exact album in mind. They’d been obsessing over it for weeks, like any other music freak. They couldn’t wait to get back home and listen to it, maybe with friends at a cocktail party or by themselves on LSD with bulbous headphones. And now, all these years later, it’s in a Greenwich Village shop with thousands of others, each with its own story.

No. 75 - Harold Bloom and His Soothing Idiosyncrasies
295 Words. 1 Minute Read.
Absorbing the idiosyncratic tone of his voice feels like a cashmere blanket draped over your temporal lobes. His prose warms your innards like crackling hickory logs, and before you know it, the anxieties of life wilt away.