Nutella to my peanut butter

I don’t know if this makes me sadistic, narcissistic, or removed from my own emotional development, but: I often try to imagine how you will feel when this entanglement begins to unravel – through the passage of time, a unilateral force, circumstances or whatever. More accurately, perhaps, I project how I imagine I would feel [...]

Life is like a t-shirt

This nugget of brilliance came to me at the end of my run this morning. Basically, in every t-shirt’s life, there comes a point of perfect, delectable softness (I was wearing one such shirt on my run, it’s a maroon tee with Mos Def’s delectable face printed on it. DUH). You find yourself wearing it [...]

And that day came and went

The summer before I turned 9, I took my haughty little self and marched straight through the doors of People’s Republic of China Shanghai City Yangpu district People’s Court. It was a brisk 20 minute walk from home. All the way there, I rehearsed my righteous speech and in my hand, I held papers whose [...]

conversatin’

The New Yorker March 16, 2009 Gilroy interrupted. He reminded the actors that they were no longer facing off. “There should be no hostility,” Gilroy explained to me. They had suffered a reversal, and the effect, for now at least, was to bring them closer together. A second take: Roberts and Owen leaned toward each [...]