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* Taken at a stop light on Ventura Blvd after driving a friend to the doctor. I don't drink alcohol very often, but I thought, "Which liquor will I enjoy? None of them. But I do want to buy. It's time." The clock, fully functioning,

Swedish Death Cleaning 2026, items 8 - 9

Have you read this? Why not? Keep up. 8. The You, Me & Tuscany tea towel that fucking sucks - We have some tablecloths. Three tablecloths. One of them is very Christmas, so that one is out of commission for most of year. The other two are in rotation for when

I saw BACKROOMS and SILENT FRIEND back to back. Now they're stuck that way.

If you watch a lot of movies and you're on the internet, then you've been made aware of Kane Parsons' Backrooms, and you have, perhaps, already heard or read more about it than you'd like. If that's you, bookmark this until

! Enjoy Yourself

One Saturday afternoon in spring of 1989, I was on a subway in London with a friend. We had been to record shops and spent money. The Pixies album, Doolittle, had just been released, and if you got an early copy, it came with a limited edition booklet, and that

Action Looking

People like to ask how I'm doing. Lots of questions, even now, almost two years down the road. Do the new hips work? How do I feel? Am I going places? My surgeon all but demanded that I go places. I'm going places. When I'

Three unrelated food bulletins

Look at these purple radishes. Look at how goddamn beautiful they are. I got them at the Monday Plummer Park farmer's market. My radish hookup brings these as well as my other favorite radish, the watermelon radish. Normal radishes are also fine, but they're boring to

The list of dead friends gets longer.

You make another person's death about you. You're not supposed to do that, but you do it anyway because you're a person. You can set about tending to the needs of the deceased's most bereaved friends or family members, and that'

Scene Report

I think about how, 25 years ago, when I was writing down notes and stories that would eventually become a book about living on this block in this city, there was more action. More yelling. More loud music. More chaos. This has been replaced, largely, by the sounds of construction

pausing for a moment

While Alonso and I were in Nashville this past weekend for a Duralde family wedding, I learned of an unexpected death on my side of the family. I'm posting this here so nobody wonders why there's nothing in their inbox. I'll be back soon.

The Scoop and other useless wastes of money: Swedish Death Cleaning 2026, items 1 - 7

Before I was diagnosed with two hips' worth of advanced arthritis, I just thought I had fat-dude back trouble. It was COVID lockdown, and I bought this useless item called The Scoop. It promised to loosen up my tight core, or tighten up my weak core. One of

a glitch in my system

Hell0, I have a cold. Taking a little break. I'll write when my Nyquil hangover subsides. Send a wellness influencer to my door so I can cough on them.

ARCHIVE: Talking to Yoko Ono

I was very nervous. It was late summer, 2004. She had re-recorded "Every Man Has a Woman Who Loves Him," a song she wrote and sang on the Double Fantasy album with her husband John Lennon. The new version was called "Everyman... Everywoman" and it