“He’s starving his son!” Luna cried breathless, paw slapping her notes. “Oh the humanity!”
“What are you-“
“The decoder ring! Q! Trump has 5 letters so that means take 5 letters out! Call the Secret Room Service! Save Eric!”
“How about we take a walk, Kid, ok?”
February 22, 2019 at 11:49AM
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“C’mon, who tags trees like that?”
“Me…?” Luna said.
“Ha, no. Different.”
“Yeah,” she piped up. “I use disappearing ink!”
I shook my head.
“So, this guy drink too much grape juice or something?”
February 20, 2019 at 02:03PM
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“Wanna know the secret to living your self authentical?” Luna asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Style through the salt.”
February 13, 2019 at 05:19PM
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“So what’s your Super Bowl pick?” I asked Luna.
“Ooh, the macro one at M Café in LA on Melrose? Well, king salmon and-“
“No, football,” I shook my head.
“Well, I like Man City over Arsenal-“
“American football.”
“Oh. The Saints. Duh.”
February 03, 2019 at 06:21PM
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“Does the sun ever get cold?” Luna asked, in the teeth of a sub-zero wind.
“No,” I smiled. “It’s nuclear.”
“Wait. So how is it at a mere 23.4° axial tilt, 91 million miles away, we get a polar vextasaur? Is Earth that fragile?”
“No, Kid. We are.”
January 30, 2019 at 03:18PM
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the paradoxical joy of a city all to yourself
January 11, 2019 at 04:55PM
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“But I want to go to mud school, too!” Luna insisted. Downhill, a 1st grade class explored a water patch that failed to drain after a rainstorm 3 weeks ago.
“No way,” I said. “Like I need more bacteria in my life.”
“Shut up! You’re the vector!” she cried, and skulked off.
January 10, 2019 at 02:06PM
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Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. // Antoine de Saint-Exupery
January 09, 2019 at 05:15PM
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“Hey!” Luna piped. “This’s the one where DeNiro beat up litterbugs, yes?”
“No, that’s Clean Streets,” I said. “In Green Streets, DeNiro’s Johnny loses bets over climate change, and gets buried under a pedestrian triangle.”
“Oh, right! ‘Where’s ya footprint now, Sal?!’ So good!”
January 08, 2019 at 04:31PM
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here, the shortest days cast the longest shadows
January 02, 2019 at 06:24PM
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“But why? You guys never have to wear one!” Luna protested.
“Evolution,” I replied, “left us no ability to lick, you know, down there.”
“Really?” she chuckled. “That’s so sad.”
December 08, 2018 at 12:00PM
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Disposable flossers underfoot everywhere in every neighborhood say, “Litter free? Please. Tartar-free is where it’s at!” #TartarFreeNYC
December 03, 2018 at 02:04PM
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these stairs in prospect park are the sweet sax solo between its Long Meadow and Nethermead fields
November 27, 2018 at 07:04PM
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Quasar Luna and Super Nova
November 23, 2018 at 10:43AM
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Luna belting out “Gimme a Gizzard Blizzard” from her upcoming HGTV Thanksgiving special, “Thanks To Me.”
November 21, 2018 at 01:00PM
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Luna paused over breakfast, perched over this city of faded mythology, and asked, “Does ‘fast food’ mean you have to run faster to catch it?”
November 05, 2018 at 05:58PM
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