Author Archives: evan

About evan

i once found, when finding was fun, a path through the stars that led straight to the sun.

Running Blind

Taking Oliver to Prospect Park is a nice way to unwind from the day. He hops through the grass like the dog-rabbit hybrid that we say he is, and I stop thinking about anything to let my mind wander to everything. It’s … Continue reading

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Burn Canvas Objects: A Solo Show in Brooklyn

I’m not saying Mike Serafino has me to thank for his upcoming Burn Canvas Objects solo show, but I think it’s pretty well understood that my influence was a driving force in getting him to where he is today. If … Continue reading

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The 8 Types of People You Meet When Your Mustache is 12″ From Tip to Tip

Mine is the life of a mustached man, and I couldn’t be more blessed. Or burdened. For you see, this magnificent mouth brow opens doors, breaks ice, and makes me memorable to people I forget. While there is little doubt you … Continue reading

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The Happy Trap

Young Alistair was on his own
and hungry as could be. Continue reading

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Rising Up From the Underground

PJ O’Rourke walked into reBar wearing a sweatshirt of his own design.  A little self-promotion was appropriate, he thought, since the Brooklyn Tea Party was all about celebrating local artists and clothing lines.  He looked around the space and smiled. … Continue reading

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Day 15: When Mistakes Are Made

There is little room for mistake when one is practicing the ancient Ayurvedic art of Oil Pulling.  The steps are simple: Dip a spoon into a jar of coconut oil (or sesame, or fine virgin) Insert spoon in mouth Remove … Continue reading

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Day 14: Must. Stay. Vigilant.

The thing about Oil Pulling is it doesn’t pull itself.  I can fill my mouth every morning, but nothing good will happen unless I remain vigilant about swishing the stuff around for twenty minutes.  It’s not easy.  My mind will … Continue reading

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Day 13: The Scientific Method

Ok.  You got me.  I skipped the last two days of Oil Pulling.  I woke up Saturday, drank tea and ate a scone, and didn’t swish for a single second.  Then, when Sunday came, I woke up, ate a chocolate … Continue reading

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Day 12: Telepathy at Home

Anyone who visits our apartment knows we have a dog.  He is there to greet  you the moment you step across the threshold, his tail wagging, his eyes wide, and his head rubbing back and forth against your shins.  “Pet … Continue reading

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Day 11: Vader Redux

Mouth full of oil. Twenty minutes on the clock. Let’s go. In yesterday’s post I wrote about Darth Vader and a Sith shortcoming that has been bothering me for years.  How was it possible, I asked, for him to Force … Continue reading

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