Sideline Interview With Sisyphus
In the 1/13/20 issue. It’s not every writer who gets their life story told in the New Yorker. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/01/13/pre-game-interview
Are You A Robot Or A Human? Let’s See!
Before finalizing your purchase, we need you to prove your humanity by passing this test created by CAPTCHA, the wonderful program that protects websites with tests that humans can pass but bots cannot. And the best part is: It’s completely operated by bots! Talk about making lemonade out of lemons! (As a bot myself I can’t […]
Quentin Tarantino’s Next Movies
“Inglorious Seabees”: A crew of renegade sailors thwart the attack on Pearl Harbor, shooting down the Japanese planes while bare-footed nurses cheer them on. “Once Upon a Time…In the Midwest”: At Kent State in 1970, a group of Chinese transfer students go ninja on the Ohio National Guard, saving a group of shoeless co-eds — […]
Always Too Soon: Writing Sketch Comedy in the Trump Era
This is a piece is recently wrote for the New Yorker about the challenge of writing comedy in the Trump Error, I mean Error, I mean…ERA! (Spell-check is sometimes pretty smart.)
My Apology For Immediate Release (A Title For Which I Apologize)
It would be so easy to blame it on my being insulated by my wealth and privilege. But I refuse to do that, and the assistant I’m dictating this to feels the same way.
A Coffee Shop Too Far
If you were only reading my posts about this trip, you might assume I was having terrible time. This is because the things I enjoy writing about are the disasters and near-disasters of travel; you can only write so much about a pretty view. So read on with the understanding that for every misfortune there […]
Fall Down a Hole, Collect $1,600
During our recent stay in San Pedro de Atacama, we were harassed by an overly friendly llama and a cat that wanted to sleep on our faces. One night we didn’t have hot water, the next we didn’t have any water at all. A dog barked continuously through both nights. Early on our last morning, I fell into a hole in the driveway and rolled into a clay oven. And when we were packing up to leave, as if in atonement for our suffering, we found a million Chilean pesos in a drawer. But let me start at the beginning.