While sorting through old boxes in Reed City, buried beneath my Pinewood Derby trophies and novelty spoon collection, I found the first story I’d ever written. I had no memory of writing this,… Continue reading
Why in the hell do people get tattoos in the first place? The question isn’t as simple as it sounds. Many would argue that they do it to immortalize something that means something… Continue reading
Thank you for returning, really, thank you. Now on to part two of the 2017 city food and neighborhood look-ahead where some of my friends/chummy internet acquaintances share their thoughts on their favorite,… Continue reading
In the spring of 2004 I purchased a parody guide called, The Hipster Handbook. Having no sense of satire, or place in the world, I spent months pouring over each section learning, aping,… Continue reading
Good Moleman. You’re reading the wine list, sir. Very good. It’s Friday, January 6, Two Thousand Seventeen. The weather in Brooklyn is 35˚ & Pantone 292U and somewhere, somebody is trying to remember… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Didn’t that movie used to have a war in it? It’s Wednesday, December 21, Two Thousand and Sixteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 39˚ & Pantone 584 and somewhere, somebody is… Continue reading
PDF version In a rut? Want some excitement? Then print out this PDF and staple it to telephone polls (or you can tape it up) in your local hip neighborhood. Be apart… Continue reading
Phantom Songs is an ongoing series of musical pieces that you can’t quite put your finger on. You have most definitely heard the song before, but are most likely not able to pinpoint… Continue reading
Years ago, before my friends knew any better, I was invited to a dinner party. It was an eclectic mix of people that I considered chums, acquaintances, sworn enemies and “Steve, Or Some… Continue reading
Good Moleman. We paid for blood! It’s Friday, November 11 Thursday, November 10, Two Thousand and Sixteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 54˚ & Pantone 663 and somewhere, somebody is eating a Three… Continue reading
