March 2008
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He’s like a therapist to me sometimes as well
There’s a lot to hate about Meghan McCain’s take on her father’s recent barbecue, even if you can get past the overly cozy relationship between candidate and press. There’s the insistence on referring to the house as a “cabin.” There’s the melanoma ravaged presumptive Republican nominee openly daring the sun. But mostly there’s the telling […]
The last time I saw Maya
My friend from college was in the news again today. Maya and I met freshman year at some sort of Jewish community center, even though I wasn’t religious and she was Chinese American. She liked Dumbo, she said, unapologetically childlike. Did I like Dumbo? We grew closer Sophomore year when I fell in love with […]
46645 is all you need
Does everyone know about text messaging GOOGLE for quick information? You can find out almost anything by sending a text message to 46645 (GOOGL) and punching in your request… For example, let’s say I need to find the nearest CHASE bank, I type in CHASE 44118 (my zipcode) and up comes the nearest location and […]
the writers’ room
I emerged from my three week course of antibiotics and went to help a friend with a multi-camera comedy pilot he’s making for a basic cable channel. It made me realize that I’ve written more about sitcom scenes I hate to write than I have about how much I hate to write them. I’d like […]
Who Are You, Jason Statham?!?
Incredulously, another Jason Statham film is being released. I use the word “incredulous” because I have no idea who Jason Statham is. I mean, I know he’s an actor who specializes in action movies. I know this because I go to the movies a lot, so I see a lot of movie posters, and coming […]
Sub Prime Mortgages
A few years back, I was living in Pennsylvania, working at a community college and in the process of buying my first house. The offer process was irritating as hell, the owner wanted to raise the purchase price and pay my closing costs and do a number of shifting balances of things, and I was […]
Happy Fake St. Patrick’s Day
I’m typing quietly, with the lights out, so they don’t know I’m in here. Rations are low but must last until tomorrow. Each noise from the outside sends shivers down my spine. I cover my head with a pillow to drown it out, praying it will end. It is Fake St. Patrick’s Day in Hoboken. […]
Jack Silbert, curator