Catapult Alumni
A Brazilian in Antarctica
When James Brown offered me the job at the South Pole Research Station he told me about three things that I would find there: 1. The world’s greatest boss 2. A great love 3. The SKUA shack. The SKUA shack breaks up the ten to twenty-minute walk (depending on the wind strength and chill) from […]
Restless
I don’t swim to exercise. Rhythmic laps have never been my thing. Tonight, I swim because I’m restless, unsettled, and water helps to shift things back into place.
Histories
I tell all the Lyft drivers that I’m from Long Island. Just how I used to say that I’m from Brooklyn — I moved when I was ten. But somehow, that sentiment, that connection, surfaces into the conversation. Into small talk, really. Winters in Long Island can be rough, too. It’s just colder here. The […]
The Golden Eldorado
It was about thirty seconds into the first round and not a hell of a lot had happened yet. Pete and his opponent, some Bum-of-the-Month-Club guy, were testing each other out trying to spot a weakness, but already we sensed that Pete was in control. Despite it being early in the bout, my […]
Losing the Lizard Girl
… and the amygdala wanted to make sense, so it tried. Bopitty bop boom. A persistent assertion was being made. Sha boom bam. The woman chord displayed its flamboyant finery, being major and minor at the same time, morphing into G minor and along the way, belting out a doubly diminished ninth cluster. The […]