Category: Journal

On Labor Day of this year (2004), I flew to Queens, NY on short notice. My father had collapsed at the US Open. He spent a good chunk of that sunday on an operating table, after which he was taken to the ICU. My sister and I flew out the following day. My dad had… Continue reading hospital stays (or, what brown can do for you)

This past weekend, I went to a completely wonderful wedding. Two excellent friends of mine, David Csuy and Christen Baeslach married after dating since, approximately, the beginning of time. Photos are here.

I had meant to write an entry on the week I unexpectedly spent in New York, and then another on the wedding I was at last weekend. One of them was quite excellent, the other one I could do without. Anyway, I spoke to my father today: his speech isn’t too good – but he… Continue reading out of order

I’ll be in New York for the next week. My father is ill, and in the hospital. He’s just (a few hours) out of the operating room and resting. So, umm, if you really need to talk to me I’ll have my cellphone. If you’re so inclined, a prayer would be nice. If not, a… Continue reading emergencies

So, today, I got a phonecall. I had a chance to enter a raffle! To win a bed! There were, unfortunately, two problems: one on their end, and one on mine. My problem was that, well, I already have a bed; while I’m sure I could find a use for two, I don’t really have… Continue reading Sound my age, and russian gymnasts

CSI on suffering: You still suffer like a catholic. Light bulb goes out other people fix it, get a new one. Light bulb goes out for the Catholic he stands in the dark says, ‘What did I do wrong? From Alter Boys, Season 2.