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Sunday, April 20th, 2008

I am, once again, in an airport. I watch the rush of humanity, the people in a hurry to get from point A to point B (or, perhaps, enjoying as I am a brief moment of people-watching.) I’ve always been fascinated by airports. Though I have more flying miles than the angel Gabriel under my […]

Fly Me Back

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Thirty days. It shouldn’t be surprising that one’s entire world can change within a month. It may not be to the proportions of forty days and forty nights, but any life-altering moments can yet have the same sense of legendary shift. Our lives are so governed by this idea of the “month,” thirty definable, distinguishable, […]

New Life

Sunday, February 10th, 2008

Colden Harold Friedman. Colden Harold Friedman. Colden Harold Friedman. I keep repeating his name to myself to make him more real. I’ve seen pictures, talked to the proud parents, but he’s still just an abstract concept to me. On the evening of February 7th, my best friend’s wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy […]

Invisible

Monday, January 28th, 2008

I’ve done it hundreds of times. I think maybe we all have. Sometimes I stop and give them change, a cigarette… most often I just walk by them. I always see them; or rather, I don’t see them at all. They are the ghosts, shadows, the ignored conscience of a city. Especially if there are […]

Low

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

Someone once said that perhaps it’s those who are depressed who really see life for what it is. Barring health problems, accidents, murders, what do we really have? Some sixty, seventy, eighty years on this earth. Birth, growing up, schooling… really it’s only a means to train ourselves to work like a dog until death. […]

Innocence Lost

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

Around the corner from my apartment is a grade school. In the mornings and afternoons I see children tromping to and from class, all bundled up in knit scarves and mittens and beanies. Part of me wants to run up to each of them and say “Just you wait, it gets better” and part of […]

New Beginnings

Saturday, January 12th, 2008

We’ve all flipped the calendar and for the first time in my life I’ve always remembered to write “2008” on checks, instead of slipping up and writing the previous year’s date for at least a month. I think perhaps it might be because I was so ready for the previous year to be over that […]

Watching

Sunday, December 9th, 2007

There’s a great thing about living in a big city: you’re able to people watch incessantly. I have an odd habit. I don’t only watch people, but I make up names for them and their life stories. At the coffeeshop I see Claire, who’s escaping her apartment because it’s a big mess and is dreading […]

Gently Falling

Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

Through the whole three years that I lived in Los Angeles, I never traveled back to the Midwest during winter. I avoided seeing snow and ice in favor of the moderate temperature of Southern California. However, now that I’ve moved to Chicago, I have to get my winter legs again. For those who have never […]

View

Friday, November 30th, 2007

It’s quite a departure from LA: from my apartment here in Chicago I can only see a bit of the sky. The main drawing point to my apartment in LA, apart from the brand new hardwood floors, was my huge south facing window: excellent natural light. I live on the lowest floor of a courtyard […]

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