Testing out a new camera lens
After 20 days, 3000 miles and five families imposed upon, the biggest Cool Fam Road Trip yet is over. Well, ‘imposed upon’ is kind of strong. I happen to think my grade school chum Trey was pretty amused when I refused to sleep on sheets with a mere 400 thread count, and amusing people is how I bring light into the world.
Our loose outline of a plan was to stay a week in Indianapolis with our friends Ben and Polina, head west to Denver and Yellowstone, then break south to Texas to see Trey, who had taken off work to hang out, and other friends. An ambitious plan, especially with two kids in the back of our boxy hatchback, but neither Cool Mum nor I had witnessed the natural wonders of the American West. We were almost halfway there; why not keep driving? Continue reading
Call us weird, but we like to explore cemeteries.
After a winter stay in Florida that ended up lasting six months, we were hopeful and excited to return to NYC, get our own place and keep pushing toward a future in the city. After six months of not staying in a home of our own, we were finally going to rest.
But being more flip-floppy than my Reef sandals, more wishy-washy than our Wonderwash, we’re now on the road again. Not for six months, and (probably) not for even six weeks. I obviously haven’t gotten summer roadtrips with the band out of my system, because America (hold for effect) is calling. Continue reading
Last night was another one of those nights in NYC, the ones when I wonder, “What exactly am I doing here?”
I was sitting in the rear garden of Chop Shop, an Asian spot in Chelsea, with accomplished figures in the art world: an owner of a gallery in China, an art historian and critic, a Hollywood film producer. Meanwhile, my main artistic accomplishment involves jumping and playing guitar at the same time while 1,500 middle schoolers proclaim their agreement with the will of God. “Yes Lord, Yes Lord, Yes Yes Lord, Amen!” Continue reading