Over the last week or so, I’ve added some poems and stories to the site. Most of them are older pieces that I wrote ten or more years ago. Here’s a little breakdown of what’s available. Notes and Splinters — a chapbook-length collection of poems I wrote mostly between 1996 — 2000. It consists of […]
I’m not a big player of the basketball. I’ve dabbled from time to time — in my driveway, at church gyms and on summer camp courts — and while I’ve always enjoyed it, I’ve never been extremely driven to do much more than shoot around a bit and play the occasional pick-up game. My two
About six months ago, my daughter started going to an orthodontist based on a recommendation from her dentist. My initial reaction was somewhat skeptical — she’s only nine, surely she doesn’t need to see an orthodontist yet — but after the requisite lecture about how bad of a parent I would be to allow my
Last night, I saw pianist Tim Minchin play at the Wilbur Theater in Boston with two of my friends, Dave and Matt. I never heard of the guy before a few weeks ago when Dave asked if I wanted to go. Not having many expectations going into it, I have to say I was absolutely
I saw The Hangover Part II a few nights ago and was pleasantly surprised. Other than perhaps taking too long to set up a storyline and attempt some tepid character development, the movie delivers on exactly what it promised: raunch and cheap laughs. I chuckled throughout and even managed a few louder bursts. However, after
Today while working on a story, a little witticism popped into my mind. It was a throwaway play on words sired by an overheard conversation between some women (specifically about a book they were discussing) sitting nearby and the name of a person connected with an organization I am particularly familiar with. It was not
I tend to watch a lot of TV (by TV I mean mostly stuff I download or stream on Hulu, etc.). I justify it because I often watch it while doing other things: Preparing dinner, washing dishes, folding laundry, etc. But it also has become somewhat of a distraction. I feel like it frequently makes
This morning I was faced with a very hard decision. It wasn’t the kind of decision where I could go one way or the other – I knew what had to be done. It was the kind of decision where I had to just suck up and do it. I had to cut the better
Okay, I know probably a lot of people are doing these right now, but I figure, what the hell. Without further ado (which is something the LOST writers never would write…): The island’s events were the imaginings of a boy gazing into a snowglobe. “Call my name, Bastian. Call my name!” Jack wakes up in
I’m pretty stoked – I had a list published today at McSweeney’s Internet Tendency titled Common Sense Solutions to Alt-Pop Song Problems. I got the idea while listening to Matchbox 20’s song “3 AM” at 7 in the evening. I was eating the Chicago Classic at Uno’s. The line “the clock on the wall has
