Dressed UpIn New York City, my starting salary was so low, that after rent, bills, and taxes (federal, state, city), I only had about $500 a month to live on. That’s not much, when you consider a box of no-name knock-off cereal costs $7.99 on the island. Poetry OutloudFirst and foremostly, I’m a geek. No, seriously. You can tell because I’m the only one reading from my iPhone, and not a piece of paper or memory. Secondly, I’m a writer, not a poet. So, forgive me, if I suck. I’m new, I’m learning, learning to appreciate. NightmaresI had another bad dream last night. Not that this is unusual, in fact, it’s more the norm than the exception. Another notorious nightmare. But maybe, maybe, if I start writing them down, they’ll go away? Lessen, at least? Spare me the sadness and the strife, the tears in the darkness between sleep and wake. Naming ConventionsStarting from kindergarten, I addressed all of my teachers by their first name. Of course, this was in Beverly Hills in the early 1990s, at an extraordinarily elite (and that’s putting it mildly) elementary school. The kind where you get on the waiting list as soon as you know you’re pregnant. It was a very forward-thinking institution, and was dedicated to culture, intellectualism, and perhaps most, diversity. I knew nothing about racial tension while I was there. With no offense intended or implied, my three best friends were a black, a Jap, and a Jew. But I didn’t know that as a child. They were just my three best friends, in various sizes and shapes and colors. Dear Father (2010)Dear Dad: Every year, it gets more and more difficult to describe the deep feelings of gratitude that I feel towards you. I am grateful, for everything tangible you have given me, yes, but especially for the intangible, the incommunicable, the imperceptible. Buzzed on Google BuzzLet’s consider the brief history of the message: 1) We have mail, you know, “snail mail,” which has to physically go to a location and takes “time.” 2) Then we have email, which goes electronically to a location without requiring “time,” only requiring the time between which it arrives and which it gets read. Then there’s the path of development to Google Buzz.
Lost in ContentmentAfter spending the day being lost in Tokyo and loving it, I returned to my hotel after finally finding MUJI. After resting for awhile, I left for another adventure, this time to Yokohama. I set out with low expectations, but high hopes. Lost in TransitIn the past, I’ve spent a lot of time wandering around in foreign countries. Sometimes I know where I’m going, sometimes I don’t. When I arrived in Shibuya, Tokyo and didn’t know where I was going, I did what I oftentimes do in these cases. Which is get in a taxi and let them figure it out for me. First DatesThis first appeared on 2.26.09 as the first ever guest post on Blommit called “People Not on Facebook Need not Apply.” First dates are completely, totally, and inexcusably obsolete. There is just no good reason for them to exist any longer. Join me, my friends, in the quest to eliminate first dates forever. I am hereby refusing to ever go on a first date again. Taking NotesI find that most people approach writing the wrong way. They sit down at some scheduled time, and say to themselves, “Okay, time to write an entry for my blog.” It doesn’t work that way though. As much as that would be nice and convenient, you just can’t schedule ideas or inspiration. So, you have to take notes. |
