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Race

It is time to post this. I’ve spent too long on the draft, I’ve forgotten the perfect title I came up with for it, and the fire’s dying. In 1966 and 1967, Apaches at Cibecue portrayed “the Whiteman” as hippie — mumbling, awkwardly effeminate, and… “rich but pretending poor.” In 1970, VISTA volunteers descended on […]

The Bearer of Bad News

I have never been called upon to be the sole carrier of really bad news before. I frantically cast about thinking of someone else who could do it.

Detritus Peripatetica: Queens on St. Patrick’s Day

Now that it’s getting warmer, it’s nice to walk around Sunnyside again, even in the rain. Sokin and I went out for a stroll around the neighborhood last night, looking to have dinner and dessert. We approached a grocery store I didn’t recognize… five blocks away becomes the unknown. Three small dogs were tied out […]

Si Fulano…

When did Paul Simon and David Byrne switch personalities without my noticing? A review of Simon’s “You’re The One.”

Lists: Miss Angeles Calls Roll

Lucky me — I got to compare the list of after-school kids with the list of school kids at work today. The woman who handed me this task looked at me apologetically. It’s hard to convince people that I don’t mind brainless routines which involve lists — same reason I’ve enjoyed doing menus for Nat. […]

And Down The Stretch they Come

Cleaning the house. Cleaning cleaning cleaning. Mixing Pine Sol and Windex and Drano and Kleen-King bleach-laden scouring agent without regard for my safety. There isn’t a drain in this house which isn’t clogged. Nothing like getting down there with a rag to remind me what a wreck this house is. Either the upstairs bathtub or […]

Detritus: Do YOU Know The Way To San Jose?

Monkeys! it’s SCIENCE, you know! * * * * * Things I learned at work today: If you walk into a room when someone is talking about you, you will have a long life. If you hold the toes or fingers of a new baby, you will be its godparent. (I think I misunderstood this […]

Detritus: The Only Good Thing About Tuesdays…

…is that I am one of the first people in New York City to get a fresh copy of the Village Voice. My dance studio’s right next door to the Voice, so even though my tango class at Sandra Cameron’s SUCKS (the teacher is repetitive and slow to the point where my mind wanders so […]

Local schools and the etymology of “mamí”

(adapted from a letter I sent to my former roomie today) I went to a meeting of local parents about the school system today. It was, of course, infuriating. I found out that the school next door to where I’ve been working ranks 656th out of 677 schools in the whole city. And it just […]

First Post

(This was originally posted 6/20/00 on my site, a day before before I discovered Blogger.) What are you up to? Falling in love for no good reason, hating my job for no good reason, enjoying New York and all the dancing opptys therein. Yourself? We used to get angry, at Hampshire, when events we enjoyed […]