Gone Suburban No. 6
In the words (as close as I can recall) of that venerable if short-lived TV series “My So-Called Life:” People are always asking how school was today. It’s like asking…
Gone Suburban No. 5
Today I read in the New York Times magazine (from last year) about the year in ideas (again, that would be last year in ideas–we’re a little out of date…
Gone Suburban No. 4
Blogger, the folks who supply the stuff that makes it possible for me to write these things and then have them appear on a website,* have a slogan: “Push-Button Publishing…
Gone Suburban No. 3
This morning I bought vacuum cleaner bags from the hardware store and summer sausage, eggs, lettuce, apples, tomatoes, and something else I can’t remember from the grocery store, all without…
Gone Suburban No. 2
Today I went to Utah. Or rather, my friend thought I had gone to Utah (based on a garbled message) and was surprised when I called her back so quickly.…
Gone Suburban No. 1
I used to live in a city, but I’ve gone suburban. That’s what I tell everyone, anyway–it lends a hipster sound to an otherwise bald and dreary situation. Or I…
The New Rambler, No. 26
Awhile ago my friend gave me a copy of an essay from The Georgia Review (summer 1994, by Mark A.R. Facknitz, if you want to look it up), which begins…
The New Rambler, No. 25
Recently I had workshopped a draft of an essay about being a radical, an essay in which I attempted, at one point, to describe something of the world my friends…
The New Rambler, No. 24
A week or so ago I heard a politician–probably Rudy Giuliani, but it might have been someone else–giving a speech at some sort of memorial service for victims of S11.…
The New Rambler, Series 2
Gentle Readers, The pieces I’m sending out now were written in the last couple of days, based on thoughts I’d been having now for weeks, or months, or years. As…