Category Archives: Essay

College Diaries: On Mushrooms and Memory

Posted on December 9, 2009 by ephemerist

I have been issued a challenge of sorts in the comments, to write more about drinking, drugs and parties. The problem with writing on those topics is that, well, the partaking in the aforementioned tends to erode the memory. Also, … Continue reading →

Posted in Drugs, Effin' Florida, Essay | Tagged Coke Slurpees, drug stories, hashtag RealTalk, hastily constructed remembrances, I don't know if this is correct but then what is memory but an attempt to correct, Is this the narrative Jay?, petty jealousies | 2 Comments

The Vacation Diaries: Klowning Around

Posted on December 8, 2009 by ephemerist

I was in my friend Sally’s car, speeding towards our designated meeting place, a house in North Hollywood, when she turned to me: “You should have a clown name ready, just in case they ask you. They’ll probably ask you.” … Continue reading →

Posted in Essay | Tagged *Some names have been changed!, from the vault, Insane Clown Fosse, It's the freakiest show, Klowns with a "K", no offense intended to the nice non-homophobic Israelis of greater Los Angeles, oh look I already broke my promise, vaguely terrible things: a series | 18 Comments

Hanging Myself On The Telephone

Posted on September 24, 2009 by ephemerist

For a few years, off and on when I needed to make money, I would sit in the basement of a brownstone in Brooklyn and answer phones, pretending to be other people. It wasn’t as exciting, or demeaning, as, say, … Continue reading →

Posted in Essay | Tagged always be closing, dropping essay bombs for Jay, memoir, old leads, shitty jobs, telemarketing, third prize is you're fired | 5 Comments

The Hair Apparent

Posted on September 17, 2009 by ephemerist

I’m trolling the city streets late in the afternoon, the summer air still heaving with humidity, the sun washing the streets in a golden splay. I’m hot, sweat beading on my forehead and dampening my armpits, but my stride is … Continue reading →

Posted in Essay | Tagged a certain kind of male vanity, bald spots, dropping essay bombs for Jay, from the archives, hair issues, I was Prissy I tell ya, memoirs | 12 Comments

A Season In Coat Check

Posted on September 15, 2009 by ephemerist

“Say, remember that episode of ‘Seinfeld’? With George and the tip jar?”* I automatically winced every time I heard that reference. It was usually uttered, a bit too exuberantly, sometimes punctuated by a guffaw, by a middle-aged gentleman — and … Continue reading →

Posted in Essay | Tagged coat check, jobs I've held, memoir, the working class, this thing needs an editor, tips, too long for a blog post! | 11 Comments

In Which I Recall the Island of Misfit Toys

Posted on June 29, 2009 by ephemerist

After much back and forth texting, I finally arranged to meet my friend Chris for coffee. To discuss his impending acting stint at the Vineyard Playhouse on Martha’s Vineyard. I had suggested getting together since I’d spent two summers working … Continue reading →

Posted in Essay, Vacation | Tagged greetings from the recesses of my brain!, Martha's Vineyard, Nostalgia, read to the end and you get a prize, summer, this post needs an editor inquire within, this post somehow became an epic | 5 Comments

The Salamander

Posted on March 7, 2007 by ephemerist

My taxes needed to be done, which meant another visit to the salamander, which is what I call the guy I entrust with my filings. I mean no disrespect, the man in question does not actually resemble a salamander, but … Continue reading →

Posted in Essay, Taxes | 6 Comments