As soon as I said “interim”, the pieces fell into place. I swear, I nearly heard the clicking. I’ve said it before, and it never felt more true: noth­ing about me is ever true until I actu...

[dis­jointed entry alert: sort of writ­ing this one on assign­ment, as it may be] People have accused me of liv­ing in the past. This is sim­ply not true — I just don’t appre­ci­ate t...

Everything ever said about the rel­a­tiv­ity of time — be it seri­ous or jokey or wrong — is right. Short expanses of time can be unen­durably long, long stretches of time can pass by...

my haunto­log­i­cal place is all over amer­ica, and prob­a­bly all over the world. it is the edge of town, the edge of the sub­urbs, where they start to turn into the coun­try, on a cool, hum...

RIT has been whomp­ing my ass this year, and i respect­fully, glee­fully, doff my hat to it and wish another aca­d­e­mic year adieu (well, tem­porar­ily, as i’m tak­ing sum­mer classes). ...