Category Archives: Observational


Her legs were turned inward holding the leash between. I was positioned to notice everything that happens from the waist down; In the lower regions of life. Sometimes I spend all day like that, peeking up from a book and looking at people from their knees–down.

Just when you thought it was safe to stand idly, someone, somewhere is reading your character based on your shoes, socks, positioning of your feet, and where you keep the weight of your body.

Certificate of Health

So I’m in the process of getting my Food Protection Certificate, and was on the subject of Pest Control and this fragment of a sentence struck me, “They prefer warm temperatures and do not tolerate cold temperatures… and may move outdoors into yards during warm weather,” and thought “yeah, they’re like me. They move outdoors into the yard during warm weather.”

These of course are American cockroaches.

Before I forget

I’ll tell you when you’ve taken it too far.

You know how it works. You pay for something. I pay for something. Exchange, harmony, the person who paid first is happy to be at your mercy; the person who pays second is happy to reciprocate. This is normal. But when I’m trying to leave five dollars for cab-fare and I am standing at the foot of the door putting my hand in my pocket and you’re kicking me? You’re kicking me out of the cab when I’m already out of the cab. Continue reading Before I forget

The Business

There is something sad about auditioning for Equity productions.

The audition today was for a decent role, in a more than decent theatre company. This more than decent theatre company decided to give their “Literary Associate” the task of holding auditions. If I were a director I would be at the auditions. If I was a director who already knew whom I was hiring to play so and so role, in so and so production—but by Equity rules—was forced to hold auditions, I would not be at said audition.

It’s strange. For Continue reading The Business

New York

I think it’s very easy to hate everyone. Mostly, it’s due to the organic relationships that develop in a non-stop continuum. It happens the moment you wake. Like others, you may live in a home that is not really yours. You don’t own it. You haven’t installed any curtains. The brita filter is the same brita filter the last person who lived here used, and that last person—you didn’t really know. You may rent. And probably the lease is not in your name. Maybe you have a roommate. Another person you don’t really know. Maybe he’s right outside your door. He’s at the breakfast table, waiting, your door will open sometime, and he’ll be right there; ready to be your first ‘good morning.’ You could live alone, and upon opening your eyes, you focus on a book shelf. The books don’t look familiar, except for the fact, they were the same unfamiliar books you saw yesterday. They’re not yours, you haven’t read them, and they look at you like they know you. Continue reading New York