I’ve somehow found myself targeted at the intersection of tattoos and hip hop and comedy news. Hence my involuntary yet fervent investment in the Ariana/Pete/Mac Miller controversy. What I did NOT expect though is to be served up articles about Nicki Minaj’s sexual predator/convicted murderer boyfriend who just got them…

I wanted a Blue background. Blue. No. Green, I said. NO. Blue. I may have even smiled as I handed my chosen color-splash brick wall pattern to the middle aged, balding photographer. Like, a genuine smile. Like, I think I had even imagined in my head the way our full class photo…

I’ve figured out why watching snow fall is so mesmerizing. Specifically the days when it’s snowing and there’s no wind. When the flakes are drifting down silently all around you and you can’t help but feel like something is off. It’s because there’s so much movement and yet no sound. …

Delores works at Yankee stadium. She sat down next to me on the train during my ride home. She called across the aisle to another woman. “I always wondered what happened to that man. What happened with his life.” Delores was prepared for residual interest. As are most people who…

There were some jerks on my train. Talking loudly. Completely disregarding the understood awkward morning silence previously mentioned. There’s something about unfunny people that makes them think they’re funny. But there’s also something about idiots that makes them laugh at things that aren’t funny. So the cycle continues, I guess. …

I went to the New Museum to see the Pettibon exhibit and there was a bunch of drawings of dicks. Here they are in case that’s all you wanted to see. Saves you $12. The rest of the stuff was pretty good too though.