I just spent the day on a team mercy mission, mucking out a four-bedroom bungalow full of some poor guy’s shit. Good god…thirty years of clothes and products and papers and porn mags and obsolete electronic equipment, plates, pots crockpots and twist ties and on and on and on…three of everything. Apparently the house was …
Merry Christ-Mas
I love being Jewish at Christmas. I get to sit back and watch all the crazyass psycho-family pressures and emotional blackmailing and consumer frenzy and go, hm. Those crazy Christians are at it again.
The white-belt-and-shoes gene
My dad carried the white-belt-and-shoes gene: the stamp of the salesman. He passed it on to my brother and me. He started out in the ’60s selling encyclopedias — for real! He was good at it so they sent him to Australia to open a sales office in Sydney. He took my mother and two …
Urban working nomads
I like being an urban working nomad. Letting go of the geographical anchor of my office (which was funky and i loved it) was tough but it has shifted my patterns in interesting directions. I’ve always liked working in cafes, the right level of ambient distraction, with enough impetus to leave for me to maintain …
Lost my ride
It had to happen some day…turned my back for a moment, caught a flash out of the corner of my eye, and… Gone. Simply gone. My baby, my ride…sweet little silverblue nishiki roadbike (and i do mean small). with orange leather duct-taped seat, dirtier than she deserved to be, straight bars and a funny brake …