Dear Dr. Zack, Please help me, as I am about to lose my mind, or what's left of it. For the past few years, instead of people saying “First of all ... Secondly, thirdly, fourthly…
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When I got the news I was in Paris, sitting in the silver rain outside Notre Dame. We were filming a street performer dressed in flowing red robes and on stilts. Sort of like you,…
There is a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco a few blocks from my parents’ house. The Garden is indistinguishable from dozens of other Chinese restaurants in Beijing-By-The-Bay: harsh fluorescent lights, black metal chairs that look like they were stolen from a VFW Hall in Fresno, a pair of grubby tanks in which lobsters and fish await the executioner’s pot. A place where rock cod and appetites come to die.
The famous and also infamous director Werner Herzog is giving seminars for aspiring filmmakers (which the Rand Corp. pegs at 75% of the U.S. popu lation). Included in the curriculum is: “…the art of lockpicking.…
Dear Cloverdale Road, I won’t say it’s been too long, but even now my feelings are mixed. Over the years our relationship has been complicated, happy, tumultuous. With you I have endured banality, adventure and…
Part of my daily exercise ritual, aside from watching TV and spying on the neighbors, is to hurl myself up and down a steep hill overlooking San Francisco Bay. The majority of my days are…
I woke this morning determined to write about the influence of John Keats’ sensual imagery on Alfred (Big Al) Tennyson, but who am I kidding? I mean, is anyone else as tired of Boston sports…
I drive straight down your lonesome middle the other day and almost don’t recognize where I am. There are a lot of fancy city cars parked all over town and fancy city people taking pictures…
As you can see, Constance, I’ve decided write down as accurately as I can my thoughts and actions surrounding this latest bout of self-destruction. Several crazy days in San Francisco and New York and counting.…