Twirling a satirical spin around life’s idiosyncrasies
Posted in City grit, Me, me, me! on Jan 8th, 2010
First and foremost, Happy New Year! 2009 brought a venerable mix of weather; I’m looking forward to what 2010 has in its cards for me.
Second, and since I’ve been horrible about making all of those promised changes to the site layout, I’ll continue to update the site with my standup schedule - which, to date, [...]
Posted in City grit, Oh, no he didn't! on Jul 9th, 2009
“You look like an environmental crusader!” the voice shouted from behind.
I turned ever-so-slowly, as to not disrupt the delicate work of my chiropractor as well as to not drop, in haste, the two-months of dry cleaning that lay bundled in my arms. There he stood: one of the eager beaver, Greenpeace volunteers that raid Davis [...]
Posted in City grit on May 30th, 2009
“Are you sure you’re in the right place, dear?”
A woman with greying hair, a turtleneck and a no-nonsense set of freshly sharpened pencils glanced at my peach tote bag crammed with my laptop, a handful of borrowed books and a copy of season 3 of Sex and the City poking loudly out the top. I, [...]
Posted in City grit, Oh, no he didn't! on Mar 15th, 2009
Dear sharply dressed fellow sitting to my right on the subway this morning:
Thanks for not-so-subtly reading over my shoulder on the trip in to Boston this morning. I trust your garlic bagel with smoked salmon cream cheese treated your esophagus kindly. Likewise, I’m sure you enjoyed the taste of Romain Gary, whom I myself was [...]
Posted in City grit, Philosothings on Mar 15th, 2009
Coping with stress well is not my strong suit. I binge on “piece” food - raisins, animal crackers, cookies, chocolate chips - or don’t eat at all, sucking down one caffeinated beverage after another in an attempt to fuel my body. Oversleeping is never a problem; but working until 2, 3 and 4 in the [...]
Posted in City grit on Mar 10th, 2009
The loud clump grabbed me first. I, in “How is the weekend already over?” mode, peered over the top of my book at the well-groomed woman sitting across from me in the subway car. We uncomfortably made eye contact. The trolley screeched to a halt as it approached the Harvard Square stop. My neighbor rose; my [...]