I nursed a terrible hangover most of the day yesterday, Saturday. Brutal. I did pound some water before crashing at close to 6am, but I was so wrecked I don’t think I was able to get more than a glass … Continue reading →

Last night was fairly incredible. I met my friend at Gotham Comedy Club to watch a standup comic named Godfrey do a set. He was excellent, I was rolling for pretty much the entire show. Two beers. We left the … Continue reading →

Hello. You know me as duck. I’m busy.  I ate my sandwich while walking to a taxi today, and had my chips while in the taxi, and now I’m sitting outside of where my next meeting is, and my hands … Continue reading →

Monkeys, I had an interesting evening last night, and I have very little time to explain what happened. I will do so, and I would like to, but for now it must wait. Time is of the essence, today. I … Continue reading →

I got up late because we switched jam night to Mondays and by the time everyone left it was close to 10p, I was buzzing, and I ended up chatting with an old friend on WhatsApp until close to 1. … Continue reading →

My good friend came to stay over the weekend because he had a class to teach here. Somewhat unbelievably, he was only here for Friday night, Sat, Sun and leaving today, Monday. I say unbelievably because it’s an 8 hour … Continue reading →

My good friend and collaborator who’s living in Dakar, Senegal, flew in last night to teach a weekend course here. He arrived around 8p and I was prepared with a six pack of Goose Island IPA, and a bag full … Continue reading →

A good friend and collaborator who moved to West Africa recently is coming into town this weekend to teach a course. The university set him up pretty good. He lives over there with his wife and two sons, but still … Continue reading →

I walked down Amsterdam and into our staff meeting feeling solemn and disengaged from work. I wanted to start a fight or something. Some people are born needing more stimulation, more intensity, more action. It’s probably connected to ADD or … Continue reading →

I used to love running to cadence. It made me feel like a man to be running in a pack of intense, violent beings who look out for each other. If I had grown up in East Harlem, I wonder … Continue reading →