I suspect if you had the sixteen year old Shakespeare or Einstein in school with you, they’d seem impressive, but not totally unlike your other friends.

Which is an uncomfortable thought. If they were just like us, then they had to work very hard to do what they did. And that’s one reason we like to believe in genius. It gives us an excuse for being lazy. If these guys were able to do what they did only because of some magic Shakespeareness or Einsteinness, then it’s not our fault if we can’t do something as good.

I’m not saying there’s no such thing as genius. But if you’re trying to choose between two theories and one gives you an excuse for being lazy, the other one is probably right.

— Paul Graham in his essay, What You’ll Wish You’d Known


Late night pool at Space Billiards in Korea Town, New York

Metropolitan Museum of Art with Daisy & Hannah

Thought #1: It’s midnight? I’ll just assemble this bike real quick.

Thought #2: Damnit.

But I now have an exercise bike in Portland, Oregon and San Jose, California and Brooklyn, New York.

Hannah judges Urbana Diva Slam 2013 in Lower East Side, NY

Saw some amazing spoken word poetry at Urbana Diva Slam, where ladies battled to see who’d represent at the 2013 Women of the World Poetry Slam in March.

I was introduced to poets I should have been following all along: Catalina Ferro, who’s quickly becoming one of my favorites and Thuli Zuma, who took the win Tuesday night. The appearance by Taylor Mali was a wonderful surprise, as well.

Need to do this again. And again. And again.

(Thanks for coming, Daisy & Hannah!)

I am 9-years-old for the rest of my life.
I am Thanksgiving: At the movies.
I am Christmas Eve: Drunk.
I am Mother’s Day: “Don’t fucking talk to me!”
I am orphan.

Catalina Ferro in her spoken word poem, “Orphan

Sara drove down to New York!

My childhood friend, 18 years and counting. Since the days of, “Wanna play?” Before ubiquitous phones, when she announced her arrival by throwing pebbles at my bedroom window. When she’d come over in the morning and torture me awake so we could carpool to class.

Elementary school recess. Punch buggy bruises. 7-11 candy. Super Nintendo babysat. Four square, tag and tanbark.

18 years and it still feels like we end our playtime too soon.

Previously: Old bachelor & spinster

Karma’s got me fearing life [...]
See, I got demons in my past.
I got daughters on the way.
If the prophecy’s correct,
then the child should have to pay
For the sins of a father,
so I barter my tomorrows
against my yesterdays
In hopes that she’ll be okay.

— Jay-Z (“Beach Chair”)

After-hours at Tooker Alley in Brooklyn

  • Diane: If this is part of some involved scheme to get me back in bed with you, you will be very disappointed.
  • Sam: Yeah. But you’ll enjoy yourself.

— From an episode of Cheers

Daisy doodles on guest checks

Daisy's Check Drawings

We’re old! You’re a creepy, old bachelor and I’m a spinster.

Sara calls me on Christmas. In my defense and to my detriment, my being a creepy bachelor has nothing to do with my age.

After-hours at Tooker Alley in Brooklyn

My idea of professionalism is probably a lot of people’s idea of obsessive.

— David Fincher

Found this inside the pocket of a pair of jeans I bought

Jeans note