Monthly Archives: July 2011

Here I am, using my son’s toy mirror to get a photo, incomplete as it may be. My other eye is not that much to look at anyway. So, lessee, three good things that have happened to me in the … Continue reading →

Stoic, I’m not. When it came to the spreading of virtues and defects, God dumped a full can of stoic, strong, silent, terse, hardworking and athletic on my brother and the entirety of cans from the bottom shelf on my … Continue reading →

The toilet kept rising, my prayers weren’t working.  This was my date’s house and I was flooding it with toilet water, the wrong kind of toilet water. Slosh! The water hit the ceramic floor, then the living room, then the … Continue reading →

Al Pacino in all his furious glory, Chris O’Donnell as his perfect goody-two-shoes foil, Gabrielle Anwar in a black dress, Philip Seymour Hoffman before he discovered doughnuts and if that weren’t enough, the great Todd Louiso. Yessir, Scent of a … Continue reading →

I know it’s not a year yet, but you get the idea. This was last October, with Matias four days old. Oddly enough, I’m typing this in the same position, but he’s in his crib now, probably dreaming of new … Continue reading →

Here I am in Leavenworth, Washington, the Bavarian Village, interviewing someone whose name you couldn’t get me to remember if you threatened to drop me from that balcony there. Leavenworth is also where I met Colin Powers, until last Tuesday … Continue reading →

What on earth are we eating in this house? And how late are we eating it? Because my dreams and my mom’s dreams are getting just downright brutal. I had been fired from my job and had decided to turn … Continue reading →

Yes, I know, I missed another day. This is the longest my hair has ever been, a fleeting 27 years ago. So I have never had much need for a hair band and yet I wear one on my wrist … Continue reading →

1-When I was a kid, my dad used to make me laugh by impersonating Fred Flintstone. 2- When I die, I want to come back as the centerforward of a soccer team. Either that or Dean Martin. 3- I once … Continue reading →

Dear Matias, We were just playing, dude! Why do you need to do that to me? We were doing the airplane thing, then I sat you on my chest and all of a sudden the room turns foggy, my skin … Continue reading →