I have a tapeworm. I don’t know where it came from or why it’s here, but it has burrowed its way into the bowels of my apartment. Unlike its intestinal cousin, this tapeworm is not an actual worm, although I … Continue reading The Tapeworm
They say that the older you get, the faster time goes by. It makes sense. When you’re ten, a year lasts forever. It’s a different story at forty. This is related to theoretical physics, which holds that time increases with … Continue reading Time is Back on My Side
I am a native New Yorker. I grew up in New York but moved away for college and did not return to live until eight years ago. This month marks my eighth anniversary back in the Big Apple. I am … Continue reading Time Travel by the Numbers
We commemorate Memorial Day this weekend and, in a special way, I would like to remember Vincent Cannizzaro, whom I wrote about last year. I did not know Vincent, but he was from my neighborhood in the Bronx. He died on February 26, 1967 in the Mekong Delta. He was twenty years old. Twenty years is not a long time, not nearly enough to gather “rosebuds while ye may,” which is unfortunate, because I believe that time exists only in the past. I mean that there really is no present. Everything we know about it, from the Eternal Now to carpe … Continue reading Past Imperfect
You’ve probably gotten through all of the turkey from Thanksgiving by now. Although it was last week, I am still thinking about it. We didn’t go around the table declaring what we were thankful for, but I’ve just now figured … Continue reading Thanks for the Memories
