A glitch in the matrix

As I do most nights (and as she described in this lovely article), I was reading to my wife in bed. This time, it was a very strange story about a community of people who believe a ’90s children’s movie starring Sinbad has disappeared, possibly due to a crossover with other dimensions, a glitch in theContinue reading “A glitch in the matrix”

Disappointing primitives

I was recently reading Hugh Honour’s Neo-Classicism (part of Penguin’s excellent Style and Civilization series from the ’60s and ’70s) and not enjoying it very much. The book is fine, but the topic was less than scintillating. I guess it depends on your tolerance for sentimental art about civic duty. Then I was jolted awake byContinue reading “Disappointing primitives”

Against chopsticks

My friends were recently sharing instructions on how to eat sushi on Facebook. Well, I’m here to tell you that not only were they eating sushi wrong, if they follow those instructions they are STILL eating it wrong. Here’s the deal: You don’t need to use chopsticks. Ever. Not for Japanese food, not for Chinese food,Continue reading “Against chopsticks”

Shrinked, part 3: Civilization and its discontent

I guess the Washington Square Institute thought they were making up for my previous therapist when they assigned me a new one who looked like Jay Leno. I wasn’t a fan of the TV show but found it encouraging that my new shrink seemed more amused than concerned by my problems. Things went well enoughContinue reading “Shrinked, part 3: Civilization and its discontent”

Shrinked, part 2: Breaking up is hard to do

Not long after moving to Brooklyn I was introduced to two women at an art opening–a blonde and a brunette. They asked why I had come to New York. Embarrassed to say, “to be an artist,” I jokingly answered, “to be a poet.” The brunette pointed to the blonde: “She’s a poet!” “I’m sorry, I was kidding,” IContinue reading “Shrinked, part 2: Breaking up is hard to do”

Shrinked, part 1: Troubled in Texas

The first time I sought therapy was as a student in a small liberal arts college in Texas. I had high hopes the school counselor would be able to untangle my messy life (I had to, considering that I was majoring in Psychology). I told him the sordid story—I was dating my housemate’s ex-girlfriend, and sheContinue reading “Shrinked, part 1: Troubled in Texas”