Hands Down

My optometrist, a sage old character named Dr. Ultrecht, tells me that my contact lenses are starving my eyes of oxygen, and crowding my capillaries. This is little surprise, really, as I have a tendency to wear them for weeks at a time. And so I’m wearing my...

Smells Like Teen Spirit

I passed a teenager on my street this morning wearing a ‘Corporate Magazines Still Suck’ shirt. His homage to Kurt Cobain was, ironically, handmade with a Sharpie and a Planet Hollywood T-shirt. I had to laugh. This is a kid who was about 8-years-old when...

D.I.Y.

A fair amount of levelheaded moderation at dinner last night enabled me to rise with the sun this morning with less reluctance than late. Still squinting into the light streaming through the bedroom window, still nestled in my gray flannel sheets, I rested a moment...

Plastics

This is Benjamin. He’s a little worried about his future… “Ben, what are you doing?” “Well, I would say that I’m just drifting. Here in the pool.” “Why?” “Well, it’s very comfortable just to drift...