Tag Archives: paris

My Boy Tristam

Tomorrow night at L’espace 11 111 Rue Stalingrad The good, the bad, the wicked. My boy Tristam. Nothing better.

The Sky Is Green

Scott and his girlfriend were coming over to New York from London to celebrate his birthday at the Who concert at the new Barclay Center in Brooklyn, which is only a few blocks from the Fort Greene Observatory. I half-expected to be invited along with the glamorous couple, except upon the day of their arrival […]

Sensual Spam

I love how computers write to me. It’s so personal. “You can get what you want. But who will do all the house work? I love you! No wonder people say that computers are taking over the world. None of your business! I hope we can see each other again some time. I think so. […]

MAIGRE OR PHOM

My friend Bruce is a famous writer. His name is listed in Wikpedia. Last week I re-wrote a small piece about Palm Beach, in which I take care of a crazy Airedale during off-season. I mentioned Bruce’s name in the story and the robust novelist called to invite me to dinner. Last night Bruce and […]

Baring Their Breasts

In 2009 I traveled to Kiev as part of a trip for a high-tech company seeking to recover money from delinquent clients in the Ukraine and Russia. I stayed at a nice hotel under the bluff and wandered the city for a day before my first meeting. The men of the city were drunken louts […]