This Is a Good Time to Flee the Country Again

OPINION — Freelance Wasteland

Each and every one of you will be filled with agony upon learning that I am moving down to Mexico after a quick stint in Texas where I will, bizarrely enough, be covering a Sarah Palin…

A Response to Dozens of Witty Brooklynites

OPINION — Freelance Wasteland

My anti-anti-hipster column this week generated over 70 comments as well as peripheral arguments on a couple of other sites, so I will take the opportunity to address the more common concerns, assertions, and made-up…

In Defense of ‘Hipsters’ and the Controversial Practice of Moving to a City Not of One’s Birth

OPINION — Freelance Wasteland

Many of our regular readers enjoy our Bushwick Chic feature for the quite understandable reason that they work in fashion or related fields, or because they at any rate have an interest in aesthetics. Then,…

In Which the Universe Conspires to Steal My Laptop at the Worst Time Possible

OPINION — Freelance Wasteland

I walked out onto my porch on Sunday with a cup of coffee, a laptop, and the intention of making additional headway in my campaign to subject the totality of world institutions to the cleansing…

And I’ll Form… the Head!

OPINION — Freelance Wasteland

Let us imagine a situation in which we have a population which itself exists under some sort of representative government. As in all such systems, the composition and thus the nature of the government in question…

Just This Once, Let Us Do the Reasonable Thing

"And the LORD said, ‘Behold, they are one people, and they have all one language, and this is only the beginning of what they will do. And nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them.’"…

A Dead Gangster and a Crappy Bakery

I stopped doing this column a few months back because I moved away from Bushwick, but now I’m in Bushwick again for some reason, and thus the column resumes. This time I’m going to try to make it interesting…

Join or Don’t

It’s worth noting that there is no real equivalent today to the intensity and mass participation that marked the engagement of the American citizenry against certain of its institutions from the mid-’60s to early ’70s. Part of this no doubt stems from time spent in cars and chat rooms rather than on foot and at dance halls, time spent with one’s fellows being a prerequisite to a fellow being likely to spend time in fighting the times.

A Method To End Their Madness

This is the second-to-last column I’ll be doing for BushwickBK, as I’m moving westward to Williamsburg soon and will thus no longer be a resident of this particular area. I will note that there was just now, at 3:40 A.M. on Monday, an exchange of gunfire somewhere in the vicinity of my apartment at Broadway and Park Street, but otherwise I have nothing to report in terms of our community and its cultural undertakings. Rather, I’d like to spend the remainder of my output here in an effort to make a certain case.

In Which I Finish My Book and Demand That Others Finish My Short Story

Notes from Bushwick

It’s occurred to me that we have yet to make use of what we now have in terms of communication collateral. Google Docs, for instance, opens up all sorts of possibilities with regards to collaboration insomuch…