This weekend, my father and I spent a lot of time talking about two things: soccer and the HBO series "The Wire." He was as excited as I was about the response to my recent article for The Fighting Cock and either because of that, or for lack of something better to do, spent a considerable time sitting with me in the den watching the weekend's action. At the end of the Tottenham-Palace game he even declared, "well I only nodded off twice!" (more...)
Last week I wrote a piece about the pain of being a Tottenham Supporter. It was published by The Fighting Cock, an amazing Podcast and Fanzine about all things Tottenham.
This past Christmas and New Years I traveled with my family and a large group of friends to a cabin in Upstate New York. We drank, we ate, we were merry, there was hiking, singing, laughing, games, and good fun all around. (more...)
Naomi and I spend an incredible amount of time talking about our baby's sleep schedule. When did he fall asleep? What time should he go down? HIs third nap wasn't great, I mean it was okay but not great. I'm tired. Are you tired? (more...)
In 6th grade I was in love with Sarah Goldberg. I loved her smile, her eyes, her big 80s hair, and her acid-washed jeans. But Sarah Goldberg and I were not meant to be. (more...)
The first thing I notice is the sound. There's something otherworldly about it, disorienting. I grope for something familiar to hold onto, but can't find it. Just breath, and crowd, and feet on grass, and the pinging of the ball -- that surprising high pitch resonance that cuts through the blood-brain wash of crowd noise. (more...)