Category: glamorous

My Glamorous Life

  • Lucky, he said. (My Glamorous Life.)

    Lucky, he said. (My Glamorous Life.)

    IN MARCH of this year, I had the honor to serve as a Juror in a civil case in the New York court system. In the months since I served, the city and state have…

  • Grateful X 2

    Grateful X 2

    Sometimes you are reminded how just how incredibly lucky you are to know and work with passionate, talented people.

  • My Glamorous Life: Riding North

    My Glamorous Life: Riding North

    Woke 5:00 AM New York. Fed cats, crossed town to Penn Station. Uber software was misbehaving, so instead of Penn Station New York, it booked me in Penn Station Dallas, Texas—a three-day ride costing tens…

  • On practice

    On practice

    Over the decades I’ve used computers, my drawing skill has all but vanished—along with my ability to do calligraphy or even write legibly. Which is why I’ve started forcing myself to sketch again every day.…

  • Cossack

    Cossack

    “Are you here with your child?” It’s a Sunday and my daughter is visiting her mom. I’d spent the morning lugging my daughter’s old clothes and toys to a donation bin, where they’ll be given…

  • Pulled Over (My Glamorous Life)

    Pulled Over (My Glamorous Life)

    MOST mornings my daughter Ava and I easily navigate the path across and down Manhattan to her middle school. This morning was not most mornings. There was the bus driver who chose to block 35th…

  • My Glamorous Life: The True Story of My Thanksgiving

    My Glamorous Life: The True Story of My Thanksgiving

    TRAVELED 1400 miles to end up in the same place. Flew my daughter Ava from NYC Laguardia to Chicago Midway in the morning so she could spend Thanksgiving with her mom. To expedite boarding, Southwest…

  • A Lucky Fella

    A Lucky Fella

    Cat rearing as a metaphor and the joy of a feces-free tub.

  • My Glamorous Life: Crossing the Continent

    My Glamorous Life: Crossing the Continent

    RAINY MORNING IN NYC. Put my kid, my ass, and my suitcase in an Uber. Dropped Ava at school, then crawled to JFK via every emergency-vehicle-blocked thoroughfare Lower Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens had to offer.…

  • A Saint Patrick’s Day to remember

    A Saint Patrick’s Day to remember

    WHEN my daughter Ava was much younger—about seven—I took her to Toys R Us in Times Square one Saturday that was also Saint Patrick’s Day. You couldn’t ask for a more chaotic location and crowd.…

  • Do Not Go Gentle into that iTunes Store

    Do Not Go Gentle into that iTunes Store

    AT HOME, sick with a cold and bored, my daughter buys a single packet of “My School Dance” in a freemium iTunes game. The manufacturer charges her (well, charges me) for ten packets. This same…

  • From climate change to Swedish hip hop

    From climate change to Swedish hip hop

    A few years ago, my Swedish friend Peyo cofounded a start-up that brought affordable solar power to rural villages in India—profoundly poor villages where, until that time, folks had relied on dirty gasoline-powered generators to…

  • News of the World

    News of the World

    OUR UBER DRIVER must be hard of hearing, because he plays his right-wing talk radio morning show LOUD. It’s not your erudite, intellectual morning show. It’s hosted by Morning Zoo-type personalities: braying, hyper-testicular fellows, as…

  • Ten Years Ago on the Web

    Ten Years Ago on the Web

    2006 DOESN’T seem forever ago until I remember that we were tracking IE7 bugs, worrying about the RSS feed validator, and viewing Drupal as an accessibility-and-web-standards-positive platform, at the time. Pundits were claiming bad design was good for the web…

  • Sometimes a cigar is a penis

    Sometimes a cigar is a penis

    MANY NIGHTS I have these dreams where I lose my daughter while traveling. We’re about to board a flight, and suddenly she has vanished. In other parts of these same dreams, still traveling, I’m doing…