so this happened: vol. 2, week 39


So, it turns out I did very little cooking this past week… Last week’s debut of “so this happened” makes this week’s entry look fairly paltry. Did I not eat this week? The […]

so this happened: vol. 1, week 38


What’s this? I started this blog website of essays back in 2011. After ending decades of fronting various bands I needed a new project… and was born. Sadly, to this […]

I know, I know… it’s come to this–another ice bucket challenge


Unless you’ve been hiding under a large unmovable object as of late you may not have heard of the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. I’m going to assume you’ve been quite […]

are you ready for this? peanut butter & banana pancake sandwiches (gluten free!)


Exactly around this time last year I decided I wanted to attempt a triathlon. I wish I knew what planted this seed because, to be honest, at the time I didn’t know […]

so you think you might be tri-curious? me too!

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I am not 100% sure what prompted me to decide I wanted to compete in a triathlon; but sometime around last year I googled Boston Triathlon and came across The […]

from the dark kitchen: porcini sauce


I have the darkest kitchen in the world so I am contemplating renaming my essays from the ambiguous David the Tornado to the mysterious From the Dark Kitchen. The Goth Kitchen? Salty and […]

taming walden pond: traversing fear one breath at a time


I’m not completely comfortable unless I am just a tad uncomfortable. Maybe it’s symptomatic of my nurturing, maybe it’s a facet of my intrinsic nature or perhaps a little of […]

nespresso: oh good, I needed another bourgeois vice


I was not paid, compensated or asked to write this post. All views expressed are that of my own.   I recently returned from Europe where I was kindly reminded […]

before sunset: 26.2 in Paris

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“I feel like we are in the movie The Warriors and this is the running gang,” my friend Chris observed as we patiently waited on the Metro platform with my […]

Paris, Denmark & Porcupine Bank: a preface

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My personal connection to both Paris and the country of Denmark is basically an absurd and random distortion of possibility and chance. Yet, here I am on a plane [a […]


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