Category: 2012

  • Heat, love, and lies

    Telluride Daily Planet Sunday, July 8, 2012 Summer, 1978. Our neighbor in Seattle, a prominent physician, has just called in a favor and arranged for me to intern in D.C. with one of our state representatives, someone he has pulled a fistful of strings for without ever asking for anything in return. As it happens,…

  • Safety instructions

    Telluride Daily Planet Sunday, June 24, 2012 Before starting anything make sure you have read the directions twice. Reread that last sentence, for instance. First thing is just to calm down and think about someone you know who has lots of patience. Like your uncle Don who can fix everything, including toasters, and not only…

  • The sheer, blue forces of summer

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, June 10, 2012 A slight but dazzling male blue butterfly, Lycaiedes melissa (Melissa Blue), enjoying the golden afternoon sunlight, inadvertently careers into the flesh of a human female’s cheekbone. Although the woman weighs approximately 18 million times (yes) the weight of the insect, she is knocked over. It is allegedly not…

  • Ridiculously full vs. sublimely hungry

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, May 20, 2012 I am on the S44 bus on Staten Island heading deep into the heart of the landfill borough to sample pizza from Denino’s, another contender in the knock-down, drag-out pizza vs pizza heavyweight championship of my personal world. It’s four-ish, the bus is packed and making stops every…

  • Shoulder season euphoria

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, April 8, 2012 Off-season, thank god. Seriously, what if we lived in the real world and didn’t have a bunch of weeks of unpaid leave, and had to just keep going to our jobs and doing tasks and problem solving day-in day-out 52 weeks a year excluding a few chintzy days…

  • Rudraksha

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, March 25, 2012 It is 1983 and hot, sticky summertime in New York, and the six-person ad agency where I work is empty except for me, the girl who answers the phone, buys radio time and waits for ad copywriting scraps like a dog on its hind legs. When the front…