I Miss You And I Love You

Some truths can only be known in the moment.



I needed to buy board games for FANS, the group I founded at my university for foreign and native speakers. So I stopped at Target on my way to work…by which I mean I tried to stop at Target. Despite the store being 10 minutes away, despite having been there a few days ago, I got lost. Twice. Which meant I was cutting it closer than I liked as far as getting to class on time.

I couldn’t understand how I’d gotten lost–twice. Stress can affect memory. The semester’s hit the start of the busy period, but I haven’t felt overwhelmed? Hmm. I didn’t mean to end that sentence with a question mark. Freudian typo?

Hmm. Something might be stressing me.


There’s a parking garage at work. Usually on a Thursday afternoon there’s plenty of room, but today there was an event on-campus and the place was absolutely packed. It took more than 10 minutes after I entered the garage to get to an open spot. Now I was really rushing. I had to scan and email stuff before class and almost no time to do it.

I had to park atop the garage roof, which meant walking down five flights of stairs behind two elderly women who walked like two elderly women going down five flights of stairs. When I entered my building and headed up the stairs, I thought about the unlikeliness of the prior half-hour. What should have taken 30 minutes took almost an hour. I got up the stairs and turned left.

There she was.

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2015 Knicks preview


Today I and the other writers at Posting and Toasting previewed the upcoming Knick season. “I and the other writers” sounds wrong, right? This week at work I’ve been up to my ears in nominative versus objective pronoun cases, and if the boys in the lab in my head are still firing on all cylinders, “I” is correct. Eight different views on the team’s strengths, weaknesses, and goals, plus a fun bonus question that also deals with the number 8! Check it out and thank your numerologist afterward.

How do you measure a lover?


The end of the work week. Feet? Beat. Head? Empty. Eyes? Droppin’.

Remembered a lover. Thought about lovers as a whole. Wondered who was the best. How does a one-night stand compare to a years-long relationship? Is what matters the peak sex achieved between two people (or three, or four, or whatever you’re into), i.e. their best night? Or is pretty good sex life over a long-term relationship a greater total of quality coitus?


How do you measure a lover? Leave a comment.

Knicks Weirdness

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Posting&Toasting is made up of Knick fans, and as Knick fans, we’re gearing up for the impending NBA season the only way we know how. Dreaming of a title? Dreaming of being any good? No way! We’re Knick fans! We don’t know success. But we do know weird. So all the writers did a roundtable wrap today of what weird occurrence may go down between November and April (or May, if you’re an optimist and think the Knicks will the playoffs; or June, if you’re off your meds and think they’ll make the Finals). Spoiler: most of the ideas were strictly basketball-related. My submission elicited the following response from my editor: “Dark!” He also added the line “Well, that ended dark” to my entry.

My dream of becoming a hybrid of David Lynch and Peter Vecsey continues, unabated…

Knicks versus Zombies

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Those who know me, and even those who don’t but who’ve had minimal exposure to my blog, know that two of my great interests are the New York Knicks and zombies. I write about the Knicks for PostingandToasting.com and I’m currently working on a zombie screenplay.

If only there was some way to combine there interests…

There is!

P&T just published a piece I wrote imagining what would happen to certain Knicks in the event of a zombie apocalypse. Here it is.Bon apetit!

“The Silence Of Elicled” now published!

My short story “The Silence Of Elicled” is in the latest issue of Carrier Pigeon magazine. The artwork in Carrier Pigeon is always gorgeous. I was lucky enough to have my story accompanied by the work of Orin Stuckenbruck. Not only is Orin Stuckenbruck an awesome name–Orin Stuckenbruck is a sick artist. You can see paintings and drawings by him here on his website. This image, titled “Elicled–The Sultan’s Palace,” is one of Orin’s illustrations of “The Silence of Elicled.”

Seeing a story you made up in your head being imagined by an artist = sweet.

Seeing a story you made up in your head illustrated by a talented artist and converted into reality is super super sweet.




Book Review: “The Tragedy of Fidel Castro”


Prick of the Spindle posted my review of Joao Cerqueira’s novel The Tragedy of Fidel Castro. Want a taste?

“The third line of João Cerqueira’s The Tragedy of Fidel Castro has God, on a phone call, exclaim, exasperated, ‘Oh, for God’s sake!’ The pun and the immediacy of the informality is a promise to the reader that, in a story starring Fidel Castro, God Almighty, Jesus Christ, JFK, and J. Edgar Hoover, among others, anything goes. But in keeping this promise, there’s too much anything going on in too many directions. Sometimes it’s sharply satirical, sometimes almost endearingly sincere; both, under the direction of Cerqueira, are lovely places to visit, yet neither ever feels like home. This is the tragedy of The Tragedy of Fidel Castro: It’s like wandering the desert for 40 years, only to find there’s no Promised Land at the end.”

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Moments That Stop You During The Day: People Who Look Like Ex’s

I was trying to figure out what figure out speech “about” is when I stumbled across this video. There’s no profundity to this blog post. This girl just looks a LOT like a college ex I remember fondly. She even speaks in similar rhythms. And I’m a sucker for hoop earrings, and my ex had never worn them but did to drive me wild, and then this video came on and it’s like…it reminds me so ineffably yet tangibly of my undergrad years. What a time of life.

I wonder if we conflate our memories with sensory details. For instance, my college ex was a super cool person. She had dimples and, at the time, her hair was cut short. Whenever I see dimples and short hair, I’m inclined to like that person, by association.
By contrast, another girl I dated who let’s say I would describe as something less than super cool had a snatch that sometimes smelled like bleach. Things did not end well with this loony bin. To this day, I really kinda don’t like the smell of bleach. But is that because of the smell? Or the memory associated with it?

Also, if Elizabeth O’Brien is single…that’d be cool.

Do you ever see people who look like your former lovers? Are there traits you’ve liked or resented for life because of some initial, romantically-entangled experience? What’s your stance on the smell of bleach?