In June 1997, right after Kindergarten, my family and I moved from upstate New York to the Boston suburbs. Almost instantly, Nomar Garciaparra and Pedro Martinez replaced Hans Solo and Chewbacca as my heroes. I had never played baseball but was now a crazed, six- year-old Boston transplant hooked by its baseball culture. Often, I… Continue reading The Kid
Three and half years ago, I recruited my cousin, June, to star in a video I made about the creative process. She was a young five years old at the time and already well-versed in big words, iPads, and popsicle stick jokes. (June provides me with most of my go-to knock-knock jokes). She’s a real wordsmith:… Continue reading June in July
In April, almost four years to the day after releasing their first album, The Lumineers came out with their sophomore album, Cleopatra. It’s hauntingly beautiful from start to finish. I’ve had it on repeat—more or less—since April. (Gale Song, Sleep on the Floor, Ophelia, Cleopatra, and Patience are my favorites. Give it a listen if… Continue reading And If We Listen
Nine years ago, my current roommate and good pal, John, and I spent our first week of summer vacation at Driver’s Ed. We sat for eight hours each day, cramped in a stuffy, window-less classroom, listening to our misogynistic, hungover instructor, Mr. McPherson, babble on about his driving escapades. Once, he described the exact motorcycle chase scene… Continue reading Make Your (Driver’s)Bed And Lie In It
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