Lately it has been so cold here, and my office in the woods doesn’t have a bathroom, so I have been pissing into empty Subway and Starbucks paper cups and then throwing my bright yellow multivitamin-dyed urine out the door, far to the left, in the pristine white snow.
September 12, 2001 Thomas Blair NYC I left the west coast for New York first thing Monday morning. Or tried to. Tucked into the 8 AM direct flight, miffed that I didn’t get an upgrade, but silently gloating that I was one of the few lucky ones on the plane who didn’t have a seatmate. …
I’m happy to have another piece published in The Awl today — if you haven’t checked them out, please do. This one is called Instructions for Visiting the American Wilderness, and is sort of a combination PPT presentation and photo essay from a trip I recently took. Check it out here.
Graphic designers do not swing. Or, at least they don’t volunteer at the annual meeting to design the club’s website and promotional literature. Some butcher shops are well-lighted, organized, and clean places that exist to sell you meat while protecting you from the gruesome acts that are the foreplay to retail. The actual killing is …
