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I've got the Month of May

  May is colored with yellow daffodils and the white of a new bride at an outdoor wedding. Occasionally clouds mass overhead with news of rain but when it comes, it comes gently and sweetly, as its stay is short before the monsoons of summer. It’s pretty enough. Rain dries quickly under the coming and goings people in hopeful shorts. The afterglow of the rite of spring. Talking about seasons is like talking about an unrequited love. It’s usually boring after the first two minutes and frowned upon as a mark of lack of character in a person. But it’s nevertheless universal and often easily forgiven. One’s perception of a season is rife with projections, perhaps, and the sun, the...

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Spring and Getting Your Hair Cut

For most of my life so far, a barber who makes you feel happy and relaxed was a mythical figure. I saw him from time to time, only when absolutely necessary and, at the first glimmer of a new possibility — a place where the cut is cheaper, faster, and comes with a cup of tea —, I ditched him. And because there was nothing more than the absolute minimum perfunctory gestures between us, my departure meant little to me and, I’m sure, was not felt by the curious ecology of regulars and barbers. The life of such places, from afar, continue and tut-tut onwards, even enfolding within it the vagaries of the outside world, toward a vague eternity. After...

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Ana Banana — a Verb, Noun, and Adjective

Some say hygge doesn’t have an English equivalent. That it’s a Danish concept, born and raised in the Nordic cold and the ethos specific to the place. Well, Bushwick may not have a funny sounding word for it, but we have our own countless ways of “creating a warm atmosphere and enjoying the good things in life with good people.” I mean walk down any street in Brooklyn and we will happily point out the good things in life and the good people who provide them: the smell of firewood crackling in the middle of a graffiti ridden street at the Rookery; a walk down the block for a night of drawing and community at Bat Haus; the curious and powerful ways...

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Call Us by Our Name

It has been alleged that I’m an idealist. The allegation was made after I refused to take ‘romantic’. Not that I have an unusual dislike for naming or being named. I like names. They tell stories. I refused because the word was inaccurate. It said more about my inquisitors than it did about me, and that’s nothing to settle for. And just as I was about to make my case against ‘idealist’, my inquisitors — my dear friends — stood up, proclaimed the matter settled, and went to bed. And thus I was labeled someone incapable of parting with child logic. So, here I make a short statement in my defense. Optimism does not make one an idealist. It is...

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Somewhere in the City Blues

     Sometimes, no matter how much fun one has, one feels cheated of some meaningful, grander, more marvelous experience that will hold together one’s disorganized world. An experience, after which, one can put into words that fit neatly in one’s head and from then on become a vantage point to which one has permanent visiting privileges. A sentence that functions like a pair of binoculars and a microscope. And on worse days, one feels that opportunities for such events are continually and criminally being wasted on oneself.      Such a state visited me a few days ago. I was on First Avenue in the great outdoors sauna having eaten a sandwich and taken advantage of free refill coffee...

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