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2018

Code Words at the School for Poetic Computation

A few weeks ago, I applied for and was accepted into a week-long session at the School for Poetic Computati...

A Eulogy for The Chris Gethard Show

Jon Yu was the one who got me tuned into The Chris Gethard Show with a humble tweet: Heck, ...

Wireless SNES

On May 25, 2016, around 8am PST, tired and bored, I bought a Super Nintendo console from eBay, with the exp...

How sad was I?

By all accounts, 2016 was an absolute mess of a year. The deaths of David Bowie and Carrie Fisher bookended...

2017

A Nearly Complete List of Armenian Representation in Contemporary Film and Television

A few years ago, I noticed a trend in the ethnicities of characters that needed to be weird, vile, or both.

Wrapping Rust in Ruby to Parse GraphQL

I have been looking for an excuse to learn Rust for some time now. Although I had read several tutorials an...

Canada Day and the U.S.

From a tweetstorm!

Cartoons, and Kids These Days

I still regularly watch cartoons. Kids these days are so fortunate to have the cartoons that they do.

2016

Signing petitions

There’s a petition being passed around amongst people working in the tech industry, http://neveragain...

Who's to blame?

For as long as I’ve been able to vote, I’ve lived in the blue parts of California. Regardless o...

The first move

About a week ago, I moved to San Francisco ten years ago. I didn’t intend to make a big deal out of i...

London: 12 Years On

I can tell you with excruciatingly embarrassing details how I became interested in Japan as a teenager. But...

Reflections on
Se pa  ra   tio     n

And yet in the end did we ever really give each other completely to the other? Do either of us even know...

Back to writing

As part of an entire suite of 2016 changes, I’ve decided to give public blogging another try.

2010

Unfinished Thought

It is true that the wheel of history spins in a circle. But individual men are the center, the spoke, which...

New Book

Two years after I first heard about it during my Bolaño craze, I have finally started Javier Marías’ ...

Morning Sample

I was nineteen. It was the end of summer, August, the summer of schizophrenia, when I decided to be a write...

Those people I left

Those people I left, those minds, those souls, I wonder, do they ever think of me? Do they ever stop and cr...

Excerpts

I’m writing publicly again, here on this blog. I am on the seventh and final short story in an antho...

Words to die by

I hope not to spoil some undiscovered joy by recounting my experience.

2009

Scratch

It’s not a city of lost souls. It’s not a place where the hopeless end up. From its origins San...

I say this not to deny my debts to him

“I say this not to deny my debts to him, which are many, but to lead you back, and to lead myself bac...

Additional Introsperspective

I still haven’t told my parents much about María. We’ve been living together for nearly four mo...

El Rincon de la Muerte

We’re late. I pack an extra box of crayons for the plane. The roar of the room’s bulb sounds li...

Starting a good story

That was the summer the Europeans came in droves, remember? I always like authors who, with in the first l...

Averities

Dear friends and lovers— With every body I have encountered, I can distinguish at least one thing I am gra...

It's just that I can't read anything

It’s just that I can’t read anything in any of these literary journals without feeling a sense ...

Morelliana

“I think about forgotten gestures, the multiple signals and words of grandparents, lost little by lit...

Salvador da Bahia, Brasil

I’m a lousy travel writer. When I try to write about the experience of spending a week in Salvador, ...

State of Today

Dear Friends and Lovers— We’ll I’m sitting in my room on a wet San Francisco night finishing a...

2008

This is the religion they do not teach

Nicodemus the poet, the youngest of the elders in the Sanhedrim On fools and jugglers Many are the fools w...

An Extended Tragedy

My dear friends and lovers— A very merry and happy new year’s to you, if I haven’t already wis...

2007

936

“For a while all I heard was the noise Arturo made as he drank his tea, muffled sounds from the stree...

935

“He was laughing at me, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked to see him laugh. Around that time ...

934

“At the time I was beginning to make new friends at the university and I saw Arturo and his friends l...

from a letter to a friend

Anaïs Nin felt that the albatross, the lunky, clumsy, idiot bird, was an excellent symbol for the arti...

901

I was reading an essay exploring the relationship between Henry Miller and Fyodor Dostoyevsky (it reads mor...

Baptism

I tell you if you have not swum in the northern Pacific Ocean it is a great experience. The greatest feelin...

2006

881

after seeing a picture of william saroyan in the armenian newspaper and commenting on his facial hair, my f...

873

His last phrase, sour smelling as the smoke of charcoal and disheartening, excited Stephen’s brain, o...

2005

I guess, you know,

Hovagim Saroyan I remember staying overnight at your vineyard on the north side of Fresno, to which my bro...

And a combination of the previous two, I suppose

The Cabinetmaker On Ninth Avenue in San Francisco between Irving and Judah Streets there used to be a cabi...

836

Chance Meetings Chance acquaintances are sometimes the most memorable, for brief friendships have such a d...

public service announcement

Lucy Garoghlanian by William Saroyan My grandmother came into the room and stared bitterly at everything, ...

809

Yesterday I had coffee with a panther. With magnificence, her tail flickered as we navigated through the ju...

800

“And so I know that certain things which I have pained in words are true and imperishable, and what h...

Being in debt is not so bad

“If you could take a penny from your pocket and balance the books you would do so. But you are no lon...

Jessica

I’m sorry to hear that, I said. She was telling me how she was molested as a child and used her trium...

2004

My Old Mother

I looked into my mother’s face today, not just glanced, but really looked into her eyes, and saw that...

The Man in the Train

I decided this morning to finally commit this story unto the ages. I have told myself sporadically and cons...

twink-le

Stephen’s mother and his brother and one of his cousins waited at the corner of quiet Foster Place wh...

still counting down to complacency

Who wrote this? Charms and invocations of the most blessed abbot Peter Salanka to all true believers divulg...

some smarmy subject

7 [63] I went into the barber’s as I usually do, experiencing the pleasure I always get from being a...

2003

epiphany on epiphany

The day wore on like that, with lots to eat and drink, the sun out strong, a car to tote us around, ...

Because

Because even office cubicles Still have windows