It's been a while. Things are largely the same. I've been working on cultivating a legit blog (i.e. sans-nom-de-guerre) but, well ev...

Cranksgiving is almost upon us. Every year, NYC bike messengers (and other bike-riding folks) compete in a race to grab food from various su...

I've been on the cusp of a creative endeavor for a little while now. I've had a desire to encapsulate the year or two of my life spe...

It's autumn again, and that means a few things. The trees are starting to turn, I have an insatiable desire to read and reflect, and the...

When I was in school, my sophomore year, in a small dorm room in a labyrinthine dorm, I had a very unexpected visitor. My door was wide open...

That last post wasn't supposed to pop up, it was supposed to be a draft. In any event. Getting frustrated by the book project. I just ca...

So I had some little bones popped back into place in my wrist today. Which is awesome. And with that I'm almost back to %100. Tomorrow I...

So this weekend was Tracklocross: First Mud Part II, mattio et. al 's beautiful clusterfuck of an alleycat, a checkpointed, semi-off-roa...

First off, it's my birthday. Which is wonderful. So happy to be alive. I woke up this morning, unexpectedly, at 4:06, the minute of my ...

At least its good bicycle weather. Imminent death of the MTA predicted. Film at 11.

Kay 's expert camera work: A completely separate excerpt from a 1993 Paris Review interview: INTERVIEWER: Young people are often a targe...

I've been in a bit of a mood lately. Money's been tight, and with that the eternal existential questions... am I doing something tha...

Kay 's been sick for the past few days, so I've been taking care of her. So yesterday, when she decided to sleep in for most of the ...

Kay : Did you know that the New York Times has launched 2 local online sections? One is on Fort Greene. It launched yesterday. me: Ouch. Wel...