essays

Pulling out of a flare is a tricky business. You get better on a very slow upward trajectory, with occasional “two-steps-back” days from eating too volatile a mix of ordinary ingredients (oh, BOY, do canned tuna and hard-boiled eggs not mix) or too “advanced” of an item. Yesterday, after weeks of not tasting an uncooked [...]

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I came to Meghan Daum’s writing backwards, or sideways, or at least, highly out of order, my fault, entirely. While she was living in Manhattan, getting published in The New Yorker, I was going off the deep end in Los Angeles, and had let my subscription lapse. By the time she’d moved to Los Angeles and [...]

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Several things struck me as interesting about my brief turn on stage this past weekend. First, I’d forgotten how much I love hanging out with actors, as an actor. For the past few years, I’ve been spending more and more time around actors in other capacities, graphic designer, bartender, butt-in-the-seat support. Most actors are fun [...]

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I remember how I learned of the word “serendipity”, a very sexy upperclassman who introduced me to many carnal pleasures, including the famed NYC shop‘s frozen hot chocolate, but when called upon to provide a definition, I’ve always drawn a blank. So imagine my surprise when, as I’m looking it up for the, 20th, 30th, [...]

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Nov 30, 2004 Comments Off

From the mouths of a**holes

About ten years ago, shortly after I’d decided to give up the uncertain and (for me) unsatisfying waters of advertising for a sensible career in acting, I thought it might be a good idea to take a class or two, since I had no idea of what I was doing. Of course, being hopelessly goal-oriented [...]

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