Coverage of me and other train wrecks: my mama, subway nut jobs, sex and the environment.


Róisín Murphy in New York City for the first time!!!!!!

Finally she owns up to her responsibilities as my wife. After all these years, Róisín. The concert is at Mansion in New York city on October 24th. I've already got my tix, do you have yours?

Seriously, Róisín Murphy is one of my favorite singers. Here's her latest vid for Movie Star. Lobsters rape!

Work work rest rest

Why move on if you are happy where you are? Why fight if you'd prefer to surrender? Why feel that you must do something when nothing is a perfectly fine thing to do? You have lately gained a lot of momentum. You won't lose it if you now stop pushing quite so hard. Indeed, you could do with a chance to draw breath, to check the extent to which change is starting to happen and to adjust the plan you have been following. It may not take as much as you think to achieve as much as you are hoping for.

That was my horoscope for today. I'm a Taurus. Sensual, which makes me rather fixed (let's sit in the park and eat chocolate all day!) Hard to get moving but watch out once the bull runs. My favorite horoscope guru is Jonathan Cainer in the UK. That's him over there on the right. Check him out at


One Only Child to Another

Octavia E. Butler (1947-2006) was the first prominent black female, science fiction writer. She wrote:

I've been telling myself stories since I was four years old. I was an only child, shy and often alone. Telling myself stories was my way of entertaining myself.

I'm a fifty-three-year-old writer who can remember being a ten-year-old writer and who expects someday to be an eighty-year-old writer. I'm also comfortably asocial--a hermit in the middle of Seattle--a pessimist if I'm not careful, a feminist, a black, a former Baptist, an oil-and-water combination of ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, and drive.

Quoted from the back matter and supporting materials for the Grand Central Publishing edition of Parable of the Sower.


The L Words


It doesn't take much for my mind to fall into the that deep, familiar groove: you're a loser, you haven't accomplished anything so give up now. The sound of doubt deafens. Almost everyday. It isn't fair for my brain to do this to me. It isn't fair for anyone's brain to do this, and yet, there it is--that relentless fugue.

Well last night I called mama and was chatting about nothing alltogether that important when she said something out of the blue that came down on my like a sweet sunshower:

"I was thinking," she started, "I wanted a kid for 20 years. 20 years I thought to myself, 'I want to have a kid.' It never occurred to me that it wouldn't happen. And when I was 40, I had you. You can't give up on what you dream about in life. It could take as long as 20 years, Alex. It could take longer. But what you know is meant for you, know it and never let it go. Your dreams are yours."

Sometimes that woman astounds me.


On a more serious note, it took mama 20 years to get knocked up? 20!!! Did she know how easy it really is to get knocked up, I mean, it's not exactly a lifelong career goal, you know? Okay, okay, she wasn't a slut and had to find the right man and all that shit, but really? 20 years? Okay...


It's a Brand New Day

I actually don't know if this photo has been doctored, but it's damn funny. And then it gets scary. Governor Palin, showing her true colors.