The Generalist: A Romance A young man sets out to catalogue the entirety of subjective experience—an inherently impossible, encyclopedic task that requires him to both act out and witness a series of encounters increasingly outside his usual, mundane routine. The young man focuses the project inside the small city he lives in, working out a schedule that allows him to read more >>

New The reason why we love lists so much, Umberto Eco posits, is because we are so afraid to die. Sounds about right. On my walk this morning, I spotted first a “Chipmunk Crossing” sign posted at ankle height then a handmade “Cat Crossing.” The bears in this neighborhood need no such signage; they just plow on through. In the read more >>

Recoil Small towns can be rough. Especially when you’ve fucked up and rumors abound. Even years later, somehow you’re still a marked man. I am getting used to the peculiar phenomenon I like to call the “slow recoil.” You meet someone, they seem to enjoy meeting you, then, maybe at the end of the conversation, something flicks on in their read more >>

Electric Fence A friend writes in his morning lines, “Light, there is so much of it. Even the wind is full of color this morning.” I read a book on Miles who says, “Prejudice and curiosity are responsible for what I have done in music.” Last night on the golf course before dark: clear, windless. The day’s heat evaporated, leaving read more >>

Treading Water About through a nine-day holiday break. Haven’t shot myself yet. Don’t know how to use guns. Have spent more time with a leaf-blower in my hand than I normally care to. Trying to cut down on drinking is like shouting after a horse galloping past, “Slow down!” Ten days out from oral surgery and my damn molar still read more >>