February 2012
3 posts
January 2012
1 post
December 2011
1 post
Tom Waits - Get Lost —— for anyone...
November 2011
1 post
HASH →
new article up on issue #3, DJ Shadow’s latest
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
1 post
August 2011
3 posts
the fiery furnace's eleanor friedberger →
who i interviewed awhile back as she cooked some eggs.
James Pants, Good Things
July 2011
2 posts
Slipping in OR36
Working strange jobs has become something of a common thread through my life. I’ve worked as a teacher in Spain, a bartender in Harlem, a chef at a country club, [and] a park laborer in a seaside marsh. But one of the most meaningful jobs I’ve had is one that I’ve recently returned to an anesthesia work in the operating rooms. Hospitals are never nice places. When people think of hospitals,...
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
4 posts
remembering Gil Scott Heron →
new article up →
a New York reaction →
“I’ve never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great...”
– Mark Twain
April 2011
6 posts
article up on a dj mixing wu tang with jazz →
“Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing.
And even...”
– banging your head against a brick wall
March 2011
2 posts
and another →
new article →
February 2011
3 posts
listen to this
Stepping into this zoo of a city just weeks before for an internship at Rolling Stone, I expected some set-backs. I hardly knew anybody and was going to work a full-time job that didn’t pay. I had saved a little money from a year of teaching abroad; enough for several months. But my big concern was finding a place to live. I had perused Craigslist for roommates, eventually finding a pair of...
jobs
In this staggering economy that seems to be plaguing the end of the decade, it’s only right that I should pay tribute to the jobs I have and have had, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I have had a slew of jobs already – something that I often look back upon. With every job comes new experience, new growth. I have been a library page, an anesthesia technician, a prep cook, a doorman, an English...
January 2011
3 posts
Watchhere is tennis, when they played at the office.
November 2010
1 post
October 2010
2 posts
September 2010
3 posts
One month in
Part 1: I suppose I should try to explain just how I came to this pass, living in the Upper West Side of New York City, scanning craigslist with the frenzied eagerness that only the threat of impending poverty can inject into a man. In a nutshell, I loaded all of my earthly belongings into a car with my family, and pointed its nose in the direction of New York. I’m staying with two musicians –...
“New York is at once an education, an initiation, and a stimulant. It gives one...”
– HST
August 2010
5 posts
“People talking were meant to look at a face, the disastrous cupcake of it, the...”
– Lorrie Moore
discovering whartscape
It’s August now, and nearly two weeks since the passing of the Whartscape Music Festival. Deeply set in the bowels of Baltimore, the festival housed over 150 musical (and non-musical) performances during one of the hottest weekends to date. The circus that ensued spread wide over the city, with Dan Deacon as the ringleader. Deacon, as many know, is the eccentric electronic musician whose 2009...
July 2010
3 posts
from j.rocc’s Syndromes 2
Emmaus
Emmaus. The name means nothing in French. Look it up in any dictionary, there is absolutely nothing there. It’s a word that is tripped over constantly, a word not to be forgotten. But in another context, and half a world away, Emmaus is a town in Palestine where two disciples of Christ rediscovered hope. L’Abbe Pierre had the best intentions when he started the Emmaüs movement in 1956. He was...
June 2010
6 posts
He Was A Crook →
one of the best pieces of political journalism, straight out.
really old poem
BLACK WHEN THE SKY OPENED UP a sestina Right to the bone it cuts straight up the spine, the piercing chill air as it makes black of my sight. Pores and tips rip wide open. I stand a statue of instinctive isolation when the heavens decided to hack a hole in the sky and let the ice flow into the mouths, the eyes, the lungs of it’s children. The frigid air was filling my lungs in big gulps, up...