Posted in September 2011

I’m With the Band

We’re all brothers and sisters, in the end. The same pains, sorrows, joys; the same struggles and little victories. first in line at the sugar bar The basest, most universal experience, though, is this: cutting in line. We’ve all tried to get on the list, or be “with the band” at the bar, or to … Continue reading

Indulgence No More: A Voyage of Denial

After last week’s ice cream indulgences, it was time for cleansing, moving forward, getting it right. No more giving in to every soft-serve urge: I needed to clean up my life and focus on what matters. So I went to the beach for a long weekend with my pals Chris and Jess, and new friends Cornelia and … Continue reading

I Scream, You Scream

It’s been a week of ice cream. At home, on the street, at work: I scream everywhere. Outside my apartment, a push-cart ice cream vendor stands in the shade, trying to drum up customers. He has the red hat, the cheery smile for passers-by, the rainbow umbrella, but he’s not drawing a crowd. He’s come … Continue reading

Barbershops, Fútbol, and Tiny Foreign Visitors

Pascual Firuglia, barber, talks shit about the fútbol team for ten minutes straight. The players couldn’t find the ball if it was attached to their asses by a chain. They used to have a forward who could actually shoot, but that was in the 70’s, and they’ve been fucking pussies ever since. The coach, he says, doesn’t … Continue reading