Monthly Archives: July 2014

I went to the dentist for the first time in five years yesterday. Obviously it’s not something I like to do. The dentist is at my union, or soon to be former union. The rep told me he’d keep the … Continue reading →

I got a call last week form my sometime employers Elly and Eddie, the elderly couple from the Upper East Side whose garden I’ve worked on. “Oh, Xavier, the garden’s run wild again, could you come over and trim it … Continue reading →

42 years ago today I went to see the Rolling Stones at Madison Square Garden. I was 17 years old and I worked at a shoe store in the Village called Bloom’s Shoe gallery. It was summer, so I was … Continue reading →

If you are a regular reader of this blog or if you know me you are aware of how much I hate the beach. Which is unfortunate, since just about every woman in my life loved the beach. My first … Continue reading →

    A little over a year ago I went to my first MOTH, my friend Lexie asked me to go with her and told me what it was all about. She told me they loved drug stories, and I’ve … Continue reading →

          I was scheduled for a ‘task’ this morning, at 8am. The job was to hang a PowerPoint projector from the ceiling somewhere down in the Wall Street area. The guy had sent me a picture … Continue reading →

When Alan Cumming first appears in the current version of Cabaret at the Studio 54 Theatre he is wearing a long black leather trench coat, the kind favored by Gestapo officers during the Nazi era. He takes it off to … Continue reading →

Yesterday morning I went to my very first Taskrabbit gig. I had been hired right off the bat by a young woman whose profile said: “first time using Taskrabbit.” So she was a first timer, I was a first timer. … Continue reading →

  37 years ago today I was living in a place called Francine Towers on Washington Avenue in Brooklyn. I was working at the Audio-Visual Department at Pratt Institute just blocks away, and living with my first live-in girlfriend Anna. … Continue reading →

My friends the Amish farmers are back at our local Greenmarket on Cook Street. I’ve been anticipating their arrival for a month now, actually more than eight months, since they left the last week of November. Their produce is the … Continue reading →