2012: "Bye! See ya! Bye! See ya!"*

My favorite part of 2012 was the New York City Marathon. It never happened, of course—I’ll do it next year instead—but building up the dista...

How to Cook When You Just Want to Be Fed

It requires some resolve, because no matter where you live there’s probably the option to get tacos or pizza or a hot dog rather than cook d...

Choice Difficulties

Saturday I rolled out of bed later than usual, went along with my routine visit to the farmer’s market, and then languidly prepared for my w...

A Smart Meal for One

Always start by going out to get a bottle of dry white wine, if you don’t have one on hand already. This is how lots of nights in begin for ...

18.5

On Saturday Izzy and I had plans to drive up to Bronxville, where one leg of the Bronx River Pathway begins, to do our 18-mile run in prepar...

Rituals and Pasta

Do you notice, as you get older, that your rituals have been sort of hoisted on you? I always assumed rituals required a lot of intentionali...

Remembering to Remember, Forgetting to Forget

One year ago today, I was plunking away at a longstanding freelance job. I didn’t like it very much but it paid my rent, required minimal ti...

Non-Attachment

I started a part-time job at a little place where I make fancy bar food. It’s fun, mostly because it’s a nice space with nice people, it has...

Grindr

At the recommendation of the guy who cuts my hair, I downloaded Grindr onto my phone two weeks ago. I shot and uploaded a seemingly flatteri...

On Fulfillment

One learns to live with one’s regrets. I bank on this, or I know it, I suppose, because I’m not dead yet and I spend a fair amount of time c...