A friend and i were kvetching about the New York and Ohio primaries last night, when I opined, “Barack Obama’s campaign is kinda…scary.” “Keep in mind I voted for Obama,” warned my friend immediately. Ouch. So, I leapt to try and explain what i meant without destroying our friendship beyond repair, and then quickly changed… Read More Obama/American People/Clinton = OT3*?
I finished No Humans Involved, by Kelley Armstrong last night, and I was very, very happy with it. In a literary era where even the whisper of “urban fantasy” fiction makes my skin crawl and the bile rise in my throat, I’ve come to only rely on two specific authors, Armstrong and Kim Harrison, for… Read More You can’t have a necromancer without “romance.”
February afforded me a peek into the world of casino dining, thanks to my trips to Atlantic City and Las Vegas, respectively. Most people who hit the East and West coast gambling meccas these days know that it’s not just about the slots and the tables; it’s become very much an “experience,” with shows, family-themed… Read More Taking a gamble on food.
More than the Empire State Building, more than the Brooklyn bridge, my every day, stock image of what New York City is…is the crazy homeless dude. I’d venture to say that almost every neighborhood has one, sometimes two. A person you walk past every morning or every night, who sits on your stoop with their… Read More Homeless Where the Heart is.
I turned 30 without fanfare last week, an ordinary week for what I’ve considered a milestone –and perhaps a millstone– for so long. However, as soon as I get my pictures developed, I will share the Tropicana Adventure that preceded it. For today, it’s a rainy day in Manhattan. The sidewalks are slush, and the… Read More You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
I love guacamole. There. I said it. It’s a deep passion and recent one. When I lived back in Ohio, I never tried it. Then again, who would really want to eat guacamole in Ohio anyway, right? (I should tell you about my San Diego-based brother’s aversion to eating Mexican anywhere outside of SoCal…) The… Read More What the guac is going on here?
I heard about the death of another young man today, someone from the Indian community back home. Not as famous as Heath Ledger, but no less promising and full of life. I didn’t know him well, we weren’t friends, but his sudden passing is just as much of a shock and tragedy. I’m turning 30… Read More The hand that rocks the curdle…
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