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  • March 24, 2017

    The newest chapter in the history of Dinner Club For Day People is written. This month we dine at Here’s Looking At You, a progressive SoCal restaurant in Koreatown.

  • March 23, 2017

    “O’er the bare upland, and away / Through the long reach of desert woods, / The embracing sunbeams chastely play, / And gladden these deep solitudes.” The trip back down from Santa Rosa to Los Angeles is described, in boring detail.

  • March 22, 2017

    “Whose woods these are I think I know…” The new day finds us rolling across Sonoma County, through Healdsburg and Geyserville, enjoying way too much wine.

  • March 21, 2017

    “When music is far enough away the eyelid does not often move and objects are still as lavender without breath or distant rejoinder…” Something, something about quietude or quietness, another Frank O’Hara poem I wish I wrote.

  • March 20, 2017

    When last we spoke I mentioned that I quit my job.

  • March 9, 2017

    Yes. I know. I’m handling things differently this time than I did last time. In 2011 I refused to use this space for self-reflection. I penned a post about how it felt to shoot a gun in a time of strife, then feigned normalcy. After two months I wrote “Happy Foot / Sad Foot,” and admitted feeling good for the first time since my world was turned upside down. Aside from two brief journeys inward I kept […]

  • February 27, 2017

    Tonight I am haunted by thoughts. Little thoughts. The kind we sometimes call trifles because we are incapable of grasping their gravity. For years I let a routine of mine born of warmth and love masquerade as a mundane task. Why? I don’t know. I could write for hours on how my brain differentiates between significance and insignificance. That would not be a fun read. […]

  • February 22, 2017

    I ventured out last night to a show at Complex, in Glendale. I guess the last band I saw there was…Bongripper? Yeah, so last night was a very different show. Petheaven and Black Mare opened. I’ve been on an extreme Emma Ruth Rundle kick of late, so that’s where my mind was for the entirety of the first two sets. It started back in […]

  • February 21, 2017

    I gave myself ten days.

  • February 7, 2017

    No matter how old you are, no matter how much life you have lived, no matter how many soaring highs and crushing lows you have experienced, and no matter how hard you have tried to make yourself a better, more complete, more lovable person…it never makes having your heart ripped out of your chest any less painful. I’ve made a lot of bad decisions in […]

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