My brother died. It’s been 100 days since my brother died, suddenly and unexpectedly. Danny died. It’s been eleven months since our father died. I am living in the apartment they both died in. People ask me how I am, but they don’t want to know. That I’m angry, that I wish to torch other people’s happiness. It’s been […]
I’ve grown out of my tiny 230 sq. ft. apartment and I need to either buy a place or rent a new one. Despite really being into L.A., I don’t quite have my living/working situation settled. There’s still some friction between the different kinds of lifestyles I want. One is urban, walkable, with a sense […]
I was discussing my niece with my Spanish teacher. “El amor por la primera sobrina es un amor loco. Pobresita la segunda porque no lo mismo.”
Did you read this? “Writing forces people to reconstrue whatever is troubling them and find new meaning in it,” he said. I like. And it reinforces that I should be putting my thoughts down here, trinkets in my own little cigar box to pick up, examine, and put down whenever I want to.
I made the mistake of getting on the scale at my parents’ house the other day. So as it turns out, when you stop eating like a diabetic with congestive heart failure, you start gaining weight. I’ve gained back all the weight I lost while living with my parents to the tune of nearly 20 […]
Look what I made for New Year’s Eve! I was KVELLING. I am still kvelling. Stanley Tucci’s recipe works incredibly well. I had moments of doubt as I was drying Italian bread only to resoak it in water for the 200 tiny meatballs the size of quail eggs, or when the paperback novel-sized lump of constantly contracting […]
I must get back to blogging more. An audit of my blog will probably show that I say this every year at this time. But I mean it every time. Whenever I use Twitter and Facebook, the analgesics of likes and RTs from my social network temporarily numb the little cuts that bleed my story. […]
I’m getting on, I swear. I’m exercising more regularly (when in Rome), which helps, but I’m also getting out there and doing shit instead of moping. This is me in the desert garden in front of a bunch of wooly cacti at the Huntington Gardens, taken a few weeks ago. More recently, I went to the […]
Thanks to Francis Lam for asking me for a story. Thanks to Helen Rosner for giving it voice (my story is told towards the end). And thanks to my Pau, who I hope can forgive me for what is still raw.