My girlfriend said that what she really wanted from me, as far as the Cornell 7 were concerned, was for me to be angry too. So I thought about it: why am I not angry? It’s fucking weird, actually, that I’m not. Women being harrassed and violated by
Freedom. I have had it. More of it than most people ever will, more than I deserve, maybe more than I should have had. I graduated high school, got on my piece of shit motorcycle, and rode west into the blacktop red-rock madness of being free to do whatever
An incomplete guide to building community spaces.
Heartbreak lives somewhere new every season. Summer wears it proudly. It's hidden underneath the crinkling leaves in fall, and I walk over it and can just hear it crying out. But then winter comes and the cold muffles its cries. Thank god, I think guiltily, I can relax
This was originally published on Coauthored. I boarded a three-day train from Massachusetts to Los Angeles last week with an 80-pound bag of tools, on my way to do paid work in the physical world instead of the digital one for the first time since high school. I&
I forgot to bring my travel mug on a 4,000 mile drive across the US. Shame on me, at every gas station fuel-and-caffeine fill up. I prostrate myself before the neon gods of every almost-beautiful 24-hour rest area. I feel the weight of the carbon
What if I did less?
My cashier at the grocery store looked angry yesterday. Shit, I’d probably be angry too, getting paid a pittance to move food I can hardly afford myself from left to right all day. I eye-smiled at her as I handed her my card, and for a second I
I've been running a lot. Running in New York is like playing Frogger, except instead of splattering you on the pavement, people usually just honk or give you the finger. Ah, New York. To escape the video game, I've started running through the seemingly infinite cemeteries
I was biking home from Home Depot one day with 50 pounds of tools in my backpack, and stopped at a red light in Bed Stuy. As I waited, four young-ish men walked across the street in front of me. I glanced at them, and three of them looked
A walk through the patterns of my life
My search for community, and my mission to build the community I want to be a part of.