I went out to Long Island last weekend with my friend, Tom. We spent a couple nights in a tick-riddled home in the middle of Southold, where a bulldog next door kept rushing at us with friendly intent. The weather was sunny during the day, and mostly clear at night. We traveled to the local observatory, and I got to see Jupiter through a telescope for the first time. The purpose of our trip was a creative retreat, a respite from the business of lives that otherwise do not pause without intervention. Continue reading “Mid Year Jolt”


I went back home to NYC for the weekend. While there, I officially declared my visit the Japanese Weekend: I only ate ramen, pork katsu and curry, and Japanese barbecue, and cream puff pastries from Beard Papa. I bought more books at Kinokuniya than I should have. I watched anime until I fell asleep. All in all, I enjoyed myself more than I had in a long time. Continue reading “Weeaboo Weekend”


While I cool off from the novella I’m working on, I’ve started work on another project that’s been floating in the ether. My friend Tom and I have talked about making a mini comic-zine for some time. Because I’m utterly absurd, my contribution will be FELONIOUS, ROBO-CAT GUARDIAN!, about a robot created to end the tyranny of Shrodinger, the kaiju cat. Continue reading “FELONIOUS, ROBO-CAT GUARDIAN!”


In the world of PSYCHO-PASS, paper media has virtually vanished. Makishima Shogo, the central villain of the series, tells his partner that reading a physical book provides his senses with a soft reboot. Books are tactile. Books have an odor. Used books have a history like people do, where the wear and tear of life eventually shows on the surface. The oil and sweat from our fingertips warms and warps pages, and the spine creases where our favorite page is (or just the page we always fall asleep reading). Continue reading “literary deathmatch”