In 2013, Grocery Store Items Talk Shit and Worship Lil B Newish piece by yours truly on VICE, plus two more in the works Holla at a Cheesy Gordita Crunch.
Everyone told me that I would hate winter on the East Coast. My poor father was certain that by mid-November I’d be calling nightly, begging for a ticket back to our perma-65-degree corner of California. To be fair, I thought I would too—two years in Washington state had me practically on the verge of suicide. […]
This looks exactly like my dad.
Note: I realize that there are worse things than what I’m about to describe. Cancer, the Steubenville rape case, paraplegia, the 2008 financial crisis, etc. But honestly, I think more people have nightmares about this than any of the aforementioned. Friday began as a day like any other. I woke up exhausted and shuffled blindly […]
It’s 11.11. Make a wish or forever regret it. Wishes are like lottery tickets—maybe they’ll pay off, maybe they won’t, but if they do you’ll be glad you invested. So, onward. At this point, seeing blue-haired, two-bunned, Kate Mossy birds floating around on street corners (combat boots a’ clompin’) or walking into a dive bar […]
Remember 2002? Cool, me neither. So when I found this mixtape that I made when I was 16, I couldn’t resist popping it in and seeing what I was listening to 11 fateful years ago. It serves as a cultural relic of an adolescent girl with angst flying in one million directions, lured simultaneously by […]
Lou Reed died today. I’d be lying if I said I remember the first time I heard Lou Reed’s voice. But the last time was just yesterday. His name flew around my household throughout my childhood; my dad, who in his younger and cooler days was a rock promoter, has a large, hand-drawn poster of him […]
A WILD FEELING Please check out my new collaborative blog project, A WILD FEELING, where my friends and I share our writings, photos, videos, art, and more. Recent posts include: Tommy Dean’s tales of adjusting to Oakland life, including people fornicating in his laundry room, holding his iPhone for ransom, and whisking him away to […]
WELCOME TO NEW YORK. (I’ve heard that a lot the past few days.) On Wednesday, I moved to New York. Well, to Brooklyn. New York City is a place that I’ve long peered at with endless fascination, a hive of both strangeness and obviousness (like, they aren’t lyin’ when they say that it’s humongous, and […]
One day, when I was 11, I got into my mother’s minivan at the train station—at the time, I made the 15 mile journey to and from school via Caltrain—and saw that she was straight-faced and solemn. My brother and sister and I paused, remained silent, and awaited Very Serious News. “Grandpa passed away this […]