Give thanks to your toilet

You know what’s great? Your toilet.

When you piss all over it, it doesn’t piss back.

When you shit on it, it happily takes your crap.

When you have a bad night, you hug your toilet, enjoy the cool ceramic base and when your stomach fills with bile, you throw up all over it.

Then you flush the toilet and its clean, sparkly and ready to serve you again.

Once in a while, you do something bad to the toilet. Its not the toilet’s fault. But there you are, cursing at the toilet as if it had something to do with the problem.

You take a plunger and stab the toilet while trying to avoid the brown water. Your brown water.

Don’t be angry at the toilet when it backs up. Look at the toilet’s neighbor, the mirror. The person in the mirror is the one to blame. The toilet will be there for you. Until you break it.



Its like riding a bicycle

Joyce Shing ( ) asked me recently “Why don’t you write anymore? You’re a good writer.”

Hmm…. why don’t I write anymore? I’m not really sure. Maybe I have nothing to say.

But its like riding a bike. Just start peddling. As long as the fingers keep typing, words would appear. And when the planets align, its magical.


I’ve been discovering the newly built recreational areas along the East River. I remember the East River in the 90s and its nothing like today. Riding a bike along the river gave me a sense of tranquility that I’ve never felt before. The City of New York has transformed this piece of forgotten real estate into something wonderful.


Feeling the sun on my face, the wind against my body, all of the sudden everything seemed more alive. I awoke to a clarity that only comes when my overstimulated senses block out all that is not within the moment. I smiled the way a five year old does instinctively and without embarrassment.


I waved to a group of children out riding their bikes. Yes, that is a dog in my backpack and his name is Gatsby.