It’s too early for questions…

As I was walking to work just now, some fellas beckoned me from their car window. “Whalley Ave.?” they shouted, barely slowing long enough for me to respond. But unbeknownst to them, this is a difficult question at the best of times. Whalley is one of those roads that changes names as it winds through ...

A week of failures (5/24)

A week of failures (5/24)
Perhaps it’s spring, or maybe just that I’m a little bit of the nutty professor type. Am I in too much of a hurry, too stressed? Not getting enough sleep? Whatever the reason, this week has been a series of failures, culminating today in leaving my lunch on the train… or so I thought. It ...

Lost in the ether

Lost in the ether
Two weeks ago, I lost my coat. The event, arriving as it did amid various other stressors, was at once frustrating and galvanizing: Though I was angry—at myself, at the experience—I sat down that night and wrote a post about it. But where is that post? It hasn’t appeared, you say, and in fact the ...

I’ve been reading on the train

There’s a fine art to reading and writing in public spaces. Nowhere is this truer than on a train. You must be able to concentrate even when the baby beside you is screaming. You need to block out the Yankees fans coming home from a win or loss. The jostling, the interruptions, the announcements—all of ...