Quick Ones

Given a choice between conversing with someone in person and talking to someone on a phone or text messaging, I choose the person over a digital signal. I think this may be the majority view but, in practice, is dave chappelle at the kkk reunion.

Try to change someone vs. accept that person for who he/she is completely and remove them from my life for now. I am not the accepting nurturer. Or am I?


Last weekend, Kyle came to New York on a last minute business trip. I’ve known the man-child since sixth grade. We’ve seen each other through all our phases and I was witness to family tragedies in his life that no junior high school kid should go through. It was really good to see him again. We met up at a bar where he was finishing up a business meeting with some guys who started a hipster magazine. They were personable. Anyway, three months ago, Kyle had a daughter and he’s been periodically sending me pictures of her. I’m going to California this week and I’m going to try to visit them. Kyle really knows how to spin a story and when he told me about the birthing process and the emergency transition from Natural to C-section, I felt my jaw slacken and my throat muscles tense up as if my body was beginning to test the throat fibers' tensile strength for initiating a full-on gag.


Given a choice between quiet thinker and self-destructive braying alpha male. I choose the former. However, yesterday, I read a poem by C. Bukowski that absolutely nailed it. Maybe Bukowski was just self-destructive.