Twirling a satirical spin around life’s idiosyncrasies
Posted in City grit, Me, me, me! on Apr 26th, 2010
I was one of four lucky participants in the third rendition of Opium Magazine’s Literary Death Match, held last Wednesday at eponymous Enormous Room. Though I didn’t win (and I’ll spare any qualms against being paired up against a heavily published BU professor - truly, it was an honor), I enjoyed not just the performance [...]
Posted in City grit, Me, me, me! on Apr 19th, 2010
Out of the kindness of his heart, Opium Magazine founder and editor, Todd Zuniga, has selected me to participate in its latest rendition of the now infamous Literary Death Match. This will be the battle’s second time in Cambridge at the oh-so-ironic Enormous Room; the first time around, I was encompassed in a cloud of [...]
Posted in Philosothings on Oct 4th, 2009
Is there anything more infurating than going to a blog, only to read a post that says something like, “I know I haven’t written for awhile, but fear not - content is on its way”? I mean, really. You write, or you don’t write. And so it goes.
This, however, is a soliloquy of another color. [...]
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 Philosothings on Apr 7th, 2009
When creativity strikes - that dull, aching wont to put the pen to paper (or in some instances, the fingers to keyboard) immediately, if not sooner - what’s a writer to do but cave into its orgasmic demand? It’s the lover who takes you in the cramped hallway; it’s the thrill of spring’s first [...]
Posted in Oh, no he didn't! on Mar 15th, 2009
Face flushed, a stranger will excitedly point to whatever identification I present - be it driver’s license or blind carbon copied email - to my last name, the elephant in the room. On cue, I automatically spell my names - first and last - for virtual unknowns to not only save time, but also embarrassment [...]