The Decline, April 2019. The B-52s ant colony confronts 21st-Century scarcity.
Amy Winehouse and me, September 2017. Life is messy and uncontrollable.
I’m afraid of dying without fulfilling my mission, July 2017. Self-explanatory.
The blues of busking, July 2013.
Happiness found in Portugal, September 2010. A sunny contrast.
Kick out the jams, motherfuckers! Life in Wodonga, July 2009. This title and the blog title Love is lost itself are a salute to Jeff Thiessen of Saskatoon, Canada, a great writer.
Ana Cecilia, or kind things people have said to me, April 2009.
2004, the lost year in America.
Stream of consciousness, January 2009. Will I ever be this sincere again?
Santa Claus’ Tribulation (3 parts). My story about an angsty Santa Claus.
Langu, December 2008. Not all love is lost.
Why then, O brawling love? December 2008. Why indeed?
My interview with Contiki, November 2008. How not to get a job.
Lauryn Hill and me, November 2008. Broken-hearted genius is as broken-hearted genius does.
About the human body, November 2008.
Friday, October 2008. That month might have been rock bottom, but at least I started a blog out of it.
Peru, May 2006. “I would have liked for her to be more than just a memory.”