Color My Missives

When we carribeans of indeterminate authenticity get together over a turkey roast, rhythm is the most important thing. The affair starts by naming great turkeys of the past — there was that great rotisserie turkey, or the time we used a syringe to inject butter under the skin. Time-space bopping along all the [...]

Progress is fascinating. It is one of what I imagine the joys of parenting to be. Name-brand architect Richard Meier has designed a building that ominously announces the arrival of haute city living to the ‘hood, or near it anyway — Hood Hing is a short block away, though I doubt that it rates [...]

Carry-outs are as much a part of the street life as dice games, tinted-out luxury SUVs, and grandmothers who lean on flabby elbows and stare down into the lost concrete bleow.

There’s a kind of pleasure in seeing destruction. Maybe there is clay in the bottom of this canal that makes it impenetrable to the eye. Most likely, though, it’s the most abject kind of negligence that makes this water so interesting to look at. And so smelly.

Short gray days make me think of long bright ones.