The title of this post is the translation of the tattoo that sits on my back just below my neck. It’s a reference to Julius Caesar’s words at the moment of his assassination as imagined by William Shakespeare in Julius Caesar. These words, as I’ve written about them before, represent…

This afternoon I boarded an NYC subway train. I was standing towards one end of the platform and as the train went by, I noticed one car was crowded while the adjacent car was emptier. Thinking not like a New Yorker, my natural inclination was to board the emptier car…

That space in between Where the dust meets the dawn’s light Neither real nor dream

Tomorrow I leave for my fourth Burn. If all goes to plan, which it rarely this on the playa, this will be my longest stint on the playa yet, ten full days. I will miss two Saturdays of writing, also a record, so I’ll write twice today. The last burn…

We all have dreams about the future. Some of us dream more than others. I know that because I’m one of those people. I’ve always had big dreams about those future. Til now my dreams have only gotten bigger with time. I have achieved many of what were once my…

Memento mori: Latin for, “Remember you die.” For years I’ve seen this on license plate frames and tattoos. It always struck me. The symmetry in the M words and the linguistic familiarity I have with Latin made this trope always noticeable, but I never thought much more of it. Recently…

Ten Years Later — Ten years ago the Bungalow was the place every young cool person went out in Santa Monica. Everyone had a friend that could get them in cutting the line, until everyone had a friend that could get them in. Then, no one any longer had such a friend. I figured…

Last night in a daze I was catching up on my backlog of Roundel, the official magazine of the BMW Car Club of America. Somewhere amidst readings ranging from barn-find restorations to service price inflation from the 1980s to today, my mind rendered an image of an old car frozen…

I’m writing twice in a week as I’ll be completely unplugged in the jungles of Colombia next weekend. It turns out I learned a second lesson from my high school peers. Several of us have become interested in spirituality, and are charting similar courses. Some days I feel like I’m…