"I staggered up the hill, greeted by birds, and looked at all the sleeping huddled figures on the floor. Who were all these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me? And who was I?"
Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums
October 30, 2006
A Video Poem For My Brother Jeff
My brother Jeff had a rough month, but he's getting better. I wish I could give him a hug, but here I am, hundreds of miles away. Last night at Black and White, the best storytelling reading in New York City, the whole bar chimed in to send Jeff a very special get-well video.
Next week I'll be reading (and singing) a short selection straight from my Beatnik-imitating, adverb-abusing, woozy high school diaries. If you are in New York City and want to meet some great web writers, come check it out:
"Every month The WYSIWYG TALENT SHOW brings you readings and performances from some of the blogosphere's best and funniest writers, musicians, comedians and performance artists. And every month Cringe brings readings of teenage diaries, journals, notes, letters, poems, abandoned rock operas, and other general representations of the crushing misery of their humiliating adolescence. Together, they fight crime! Okay, not really, but it WILL be funny. "The WYSIWYG Talent Show's "CringeyWYG" performs Wednesday, October 18 at Bowery Poetry Club (308 Bowery between Bleecker and Houston). Doors open at 7:30 p.m., show at 8 p.m. Tickets are $7 at the door.
This week I'm interviewing former Peace Corps volunteer and novelist Tony D'Souza over at The Publishing Spot. We talk about everything from MFA's to his piece in the New Yorker. Dig it.
I am a journalist living in Brooklyn.
I write stories about Latino immigrants, religion, media, web craziness, Borges, rat-lovers, Republicans, chicken buses, virtual worlds, action figures, Doom and good people, mostly.
This is everything bopping around my flea-bitten brain: published stories, novel snippets, and things I liked when I read them.