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Detritus: The Man Under The Marine Layer In The Coco Helado Suit

I’ve finally brought All Mirth No Matter Productions, my ridiculous little fantasy about producing short videos, to life. Currently Internet Explorer doesn’t read the page right, so you won’t get the video loading in the right frame like it’s supposed to. It will load in another window you may not see right away, and take […]

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 […]

The Leadership People/ Halloween and the Great Uninterested

There is an industry out there which is training people to run workshops like this. A folder full of xeroxed truisms and a few hours spent falling into each others’ arms to demonstrate trust is its prescription for everything from strained labor relations to troubled youth.

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 […]

Notes From New York: The City Encompasses Everything And Puts Us In Mind Of Lost Places We Once Knew

adapted from a paper journal, one of those things you should hunt down when I’m dead. Smalls. A basement jazz club somewhere down in the really expensive southern artsy part of Manhattan (10th st.) Not for nothing the name. Large photo of a smiling guy at the front of the room onstage, his knees hugged […]

Detritus

Something substantial fell into place for me yesterday at the main branch of the New York Library. I was supposed to be there digging up curricula on day-care related issues and having little luck when I came across a book about Tibor Kalman on one of the reshelving hand-trucks. I don’t know much about Kalman, […]

Grey Flannel

(Written June 22nd, posted late due to continuing browser issues.) Another cloudy, windy, slightly warm day in New York City… The oppressive heat, the Summer-Of-Sam heat that cracks open every fire hydrant and makes the whole city nuts, hasn’t hit yet, thang god. When I was in high school I convinced myself that the weather […]