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The last analog decade

The 90s were seminal for me

Her: Listen, you old geezer.
Me: Did you just insult me with a lame name?
Her: …yes.
Me: I don’t know what I found more offensive, the insult itself or the lameness of it.
Her: I apologize for the lameness. (pause) But not the sentiment.
Me: Fine.

Heard a fact the other day that blew my mind:

Back to the Future, which I saw in theatres, came out in 1985 and was about a distant time in the past, 1955 – which was 30 years prior.

Welp, it’s 2026 now and 30 years prior was…1996.

That was three years AFTER I graduated college.

This was Sara in college – waaaay after the 90s. But I did wanna say that she was probably outta my league back then (and maybe now too – don’t tell her).

Sara essentially grew up in the 90s but I went to college and became a young adult in the 90s.

The 90s were when I stopped being my parent’s kid (mostly) and started being my own person.

In any case, I read something the other day that echoed this about the last analog generation, which was GenX, my generation.

Me with Taiji master Erle Montaigue – he was a pretty polarizing figure, but he was always really nice and cool with me. Died years ago. I’d been doing martial arts since I was a kid.

If GenX was the last analog generation, then the 90s was the last analog decade.

I say this because I worked – deeply – in tech during this time and I saw firsthand that:

    • Analog media was still the default – newspapers, magazines, etc.
    • Online social media wasn’t really a thing yet – Friendster came out in 2002 and was the first real social platform that anyone used.
    • We shared stuff physically – tapes, minidiscs, CDs, etc.
    • We communicated both digitally and analog but digital was optional.

By 2010, this wasn’t true at all.

And now, literally nuthin is analog anymore.

That’s my buddy Kar who now has FOUR kids – one of whom looks pretty much exactly like her.

Everything is digital, which – let’s be honest here – is often better than what we grew up with.

But there was something about a life that was less superficially connected back then versus now, where we all seem to feel pressure to keep up with…everything and everyone.

Like, in the 90s, to have a social interaction, you actually had to walk out your door and strike up a conversation with someone or pick up the phone and give someone a call.

I met alla my good friends at that time either at college, or through people I met in college or law school.

And we all had more shared cultural experiences because we just had fewer choices available.

I can’t think of the 90s without thinking of this show.

The other thing is that I – and a lotta people my age – grew up as a latchkey kid, which really came about in the 80s.

For those of you that don’t know what that term means, a latchkey kid was a kid that came home to an empty home after school and let him/herself in and took care of him/herself.

But that meant that we were free from supervision and were pretty self-reliant.

Compare that with how attached people are to their phones and their social circles – even if a kid did come home to an empty apartment, he would hardly be “alone.”

Nowadays, there are cameras and speakerphones for a parent to check in on their kids, and a kid has any number of friends online with which to chat with.

Being alone is barely possible these days.

Rain and me, probably at Cafe Orlin or Yaffa Cafe downtown. A lotta the late 90s early 2000s was in cafes.

I honestly don’t know how much of the 90s remains with me nor do I know how those things manifest from me.

And that means I truly don’t know how much of my old analog life comes out in my current digital one.

But I know that it’s gotta because the 90s were such a seminal part of my adult life.

Looking back at all these pictures, it didn’t feel like it was 25-30 years ago, but the numbers/dates don’t lie.

While the 90s are long gone they definitely shaped how I see, connect, and move through this modern digital world.

And even though the digital world is better in a thousand ways, it doesn’t replace the feeling of growing up in a world where you had to show up in person to matter.

Maybe that’s why the idea that the 90s were the last analog decade hits so hard for me; it was the last time most things were analog and digital was a choice and not a requirement.

And the echoes of that last decade are something only I, and those of us that lived through it, can hear.

Location: in my head, the corner of West 45th Street and 6th Avenue at 3AM sometime in the mid 90s, stumbling home drunk from a club with numbers scribbled on my palm and wondering when life would be grand, not realizing that it already was.
Mood: nostalgic
Music: I can do whatever I want, I can see whomever I choose (Spotify)
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All classic pizza comes from Lombardi’s

…and his assistants

Years ago, *early* in my club days when I was just getting into the biz, I met this mafioso.

Now, in NYC, you meet a ton of Italians who say they’re connected, just like every single army guy you meet was an Army Ranger or Green Beret so take that with a grain of salt BUT I recall that he really did seem the part.

Anywho, we got to chatting we started talking about pizza. I had my local pizza joint, John’s in Times Square, which is where I lived before I moved to the Upper Best Side.

Him: You know alla the best pizza in NYC comes from Lombardi’s downtown, yeah?
Me: Howso?
Him: See, years ago, Lombardi had four assistants – Totonno Pero, John Sasso, Patsy Lancieri, Patsy Grimaldi – and alla them left Lombardi and opened their own joints. Outta respect for Lombardi, Totonno opened in Coney Island, John’s opened in midtown, Patsy’s opened in Harlem, and Grimaldi opened in Brooklyn.
Me: No kidding?
Him: Yeah, no kidding.

Well, it turns out that alla that was mostly true – the Grimaldi part is the part that’s the most incorrect, at least according to this article.

Honestly, this means that alla what we generally consider to be pizza in the US – not stuff like that casserole people call deep-dish pizza – comes from Lombardi’s.

In any case, I thought of all of this because of the kid and Alison.

See, after the kid’s talent show, because his grandmother, Alison’s mom, was in town, I wanted to bring them both to Patsy’s, which is just a few blocks south of my pad – Patsy’s being one of the five original pizza joints in America if you also count the original, Lombardi’s.

The last time I was there was with Alison, my brother, and some friends, on October 26th, 2013 – I wrote about it here.

Anywho, I heard that it was gonna close soon so I wanted them to try it before it closed but…

Me: Wait, is it closed?
Sara: Looks that way. (checks phone) It closed in January!
Me: What!?! Google said it was still open!

It was not.

Because of all the carbs, I don’t really eat all that much pizza but now I regret not going when I had the chance.

In any case, that’s why we went to the other joint – where we did NOT have pizza.

BUT we actually got a second bite at that same apple, purely by chance.

See, we were supposed to see my SIL, Alison’s sister, for the boys to go swimming this past weekend.

And she just happens to have a Grimaldi in Hoboken so that’s exactly what we had.

To wit, while we didn’t get to have Patsy’s, we still got to have some killer OG NYC-style pizza…in New Jersey.

We can just keep that last part to just the two of us, ok?

Oh, extra credit: If you head to Naples and order pizza from one of their oldest and most respected pizza joints, you’d be ordering from this family’s restaurant:

The Lombardi’s, which opened in 1892.

Here’s famous eater Mark Weins finding out that US pizza comes from Lombardi’s in Naples.

Location: my local supermarket, wondering if four pounds of corned beef is enough
Mood: dog-tired
Music: Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho! (Spotify)
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The Lo Boys and the Dentist

A shop of horrors

Him: Is it gonna hurt?
Me: I’m not gonna lie to you, it might. Depends on how much candy you’ve been sneaking.

Sara used to work in a dentist’s office, so she’s been on me to bring the kid – and myself – to the dentist more regularly.

It’s funny, I’m pretty good about always going to the doctor for my annual physical but I’m a little laxer with the dentist.

I suppose it’s because I’m pretty fanatical with brushing and flossing so I figure I can get away with it.

But she’s right – the kid for sure needs to go more regularly and I like how my teeth feel after a cleaning.

Actually, the reason I’m fanatical is because I – like most kids – always hated going to the dentist as a kid.

But, at some point in my 20s, I realized why my experience was so much different than everyone else’s when I saw Little Shop of Horrors.

It was during that film when I learned about laughing gas and painkillers in general.

See, we were so poor that (a) we didn’t have insurance growing up and (b) my very first experience with general anesthesia painkillers vis-a-vis the dentist was when I had my wisdom teeth pulled out – and I didn’t even get it!

This is me at 18 with my grandfather. I’ve not heard his voice in years.

Below is how I, roughly, remember the conversation going between my mom and the dentist.

Mom: How much?
Dentist: $500.
Her: My son is tough…
Me: (through cotton balls) I’m really not…
Her: …he doesn’t need pain killers.
Me: (muffled) I do, I do!
Dentist: I can’t do it without painkillers! At least let me give him Novocain.
Her: How much is that?
Dentist: $200.
Her: Fine, then do that. But take all his wisdom teeth out if we’re doing that.
Dentist: The most I can do is two and even then…
Her: Fine, take two out.
Me: I’m going to die…

I should mention two things: (a) he did take two out, (b) one side of my face swelled up like a chipmunk and remained like that for at least two weeks, and (c) I went on my very first date ever later that week.

Never got a second date.

I’m sure I’ll tell you all about it one of these days.

In any case, this kid has no idea how good he has it.

Him: Finally!
Me: Yup, we don’t need to come back for six months.
Him: Six months!? Aww…

Location: playing Kids Against Maturity off 94th
Mood: injured
Music: I’ve caught all those scars and turned them into stars (Spotify)
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Goodnight, Rose

She’d love it

The first time I ever saw my dad cry was at his mom’s funeral.

I was in my early 30s when it happened. Remember speaking to him about it.

Me: Are you ok?
Him: No. When my father died, I lost a major connection to my past, but I still had my mother. But now that she’s gone, I feel unmoored from my past, like a leaf in the wind or a ship on the waves.

You should know that all my best lines I stole from people I loved.

But that’s neither here nor there.

Thought about that recently because Alison’s grandmother died the other day.

That’s Alison up above with her grandfather, Sal, and grandmother, Rose – they were celebrating Alison’s brother’s return from the army.

I’m super annoyed that bottle’s in front of Alison’s face.

You never know what little things are going to be big things until long after the fact.

In any case, Sal died some 13 years ago, and I wrote about it here.

Alison took it pretty hard, but I was glad that I was there to keep her company through that.

He and I got along great because we both liked Dean Martin and, oddly, sardines. It’s funny what people talk about.

I liked Rose a lot too. Probably one of my favorite memories with her is when I once drove out to Staten Island with Alison about a decade-and-a-half ago to celebrate Sal’s birthday.

Rose had to walk by herself in the rain, so I stepped out to steady her, and she immediately took my arm as if we’d done it a million times before.

Felt like part of the family that day.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

I suppose that I have such affection for Alison’s family because they’ve always treated me like a member of the family, even early, early on.

All of them did – even A-SIL and I kinda bickered like siblings since we met.

Now everyone in that picture above is gone and I feel so deeply for Alison’s mother, that she’s lost so much.

Then again, life is loss – it’s all about the spacing.

But even there, she’s gotten the short end of the stick.

Still, that’s her story to tell and not mine so I’ll stop here.

As much as I feel sadness that Rose and Sal are gone, they lived good long lives.

Alison didn’t, and that’s forever going to eat at me – the unfairness of it all.

And, of course, I think of my father and my mother and how I wish…so many things.

I always tell myself to see my mom more often, but life keeps getting in the way.

No excuse, I know, and yet, it is.

I’ll call her tonight. Or tomorrow.

I will. Honest and for true.

Goodnight, Rose.

If there’s an afterlife, I hope you and Sal are catching up and you’re telling him about all the madness happening around here.

And tell Alison that we all miss her terribly.

So…terribly.

Him: Would she like that I play soccer and the guitar…you think?
Me: I think she’d love it, kiddo. No, I know it. I know she’d love it.

Mood: freezing
Music: freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’ (Spotify)
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My old ghosts

Always soupy grey

On the flip side of kindness, Sara and I were out at the Surgeon’s house the other day and I told them that Johnny and I stopped speaking.

When we were much younger, there were times I woulda called Johnny my best friend.

But, in the end, he chose money over decades of friendship.

Him: That was it? You never spoke to him again?
Me: He called me once, drunk. Didn’t pick up. There was nothing to say. I didn’t want someone like him in my life. Around me. Around my kid.

Because it’s one thing to be unkind to me, but to be unkind to a friend of mine AND betray a trust?

That I can’t forgive.

Because you can forgive most things, but you can never forgive treachery.

Which brings me to the Devil, whom I’ve not seen in ages.

Not since before COVID.

Throughout the years, I’ve ping-ponged between enemies, frenemies, and friends with him. We’ve had so many differences, arguments, times when I legitimately feared for my safety.

Yet, he was oddly never treacherous. Dangerous and heartless, yes. Treacherous, no.

Me: It doesn’t bother you? Hurting people?
He: Not particularly.
Me: Why not?
Him: Maybe they deserve it.

And now I’m left wondering whatever happened to him.

I suppose that, if he’s still out there, I wanted to say, thanks.

For so many things.

If nuthin else, a good Old Fashioned with rye.

This was 20 years ago. That may or may not have been him.

After all these years, now that I’m older, I finally understand some of the things he was trying to tell me when I was a young and hot-headed man, and he was the older, wiser fella trying to teach me something.

I think I’ve finally experienced enough of the world to understand what he was trying to tell me all this time: That the world was always soupy grey and only children see things in black and white.

For better or worse, what I thought was cruelty this whole time was – in fact – a form of kindness, in some perverse way.

I was just too naïve to see it.

On that note, I thought about one of our very last face-to-face conversations.

Me: (later) Why do even care?
Him: (laughing) You’re the last reliable guy in New York. In 20 years, you’ve never said you were going to do something and not do it. Out of all of them, you’re the only one that’s never let me down.
Me: That’s it?
Him: (shrugging) That’s a lot. Finding someone whose word isn’t just bullshit is a lot, Logan.

Well then, I suppose, for alla my faults, I’ve done something right.

There’s a thought that you never know whether something is a blessing or a curse until long afterward. I think the same is, roughly, true for people in your life.

Johnny, someone I once considered one of my best friends betrayed me, while the Devil, whom I called that in my head and hated at times, ended up making me so much of who I am today – in a good sense.

Even this late in the game, I’m still learning stuff.

Location: West 74th and Columbus, looking at what mighta been
Mood: wistful
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Fat Logan and the Bouba–Kiki Effect

The shape of our lives

Her: I can’t imagine you as a fat kid.
Me: Oh, trust me, I was.
Her: I just can’t picture it.
My mom: Do you want to see pictures of him when he was chubby?
Her: Yes!
Me: Oh god…

If I said the words: Spike, Crack, Snip, or Kick and asked you to imagine that the sounds the words made had a shape, what shape would they be?

What if I said the words: Gooey, Balloon, Smooth, or Marshmallow?

If you’re like most people, the former comes across feeling kinda hard and pointy while the latter comes across as soft and rounded.

This is called the bouba–kiki effect.

Basically, words give us a certain feeling and have a “shape” to them in our heads.

Thought about this the other day because I’ve been telling everyone for years that I was fat at 14 but I only recently realized that was inaccurate.

I was fat in 5th grade so I would have been 10 then.

That was the most traumatic time of my childhood.

Childhood traumas stay with us for so long because of how time works relative to our age.

Case-in-point: I was fat for four years, from 10 to 14.

For a 52-year-old, that’s not that big a deal – after all, it only comprises approximately 8% of my life (4/52=0.08).

Unfortunately, when you’re 14 years old, those four years comprise almost a 1/3 of my entire life up to that point (4/14=0.29).

But it’s more than that, isn’t it?

Like, you don’t really remember much before you’re eight years old.

So, when I was 14 years old, I only remembered six years of my life, really.

This is actually the THINNER version of me.

That means that, those four years of my life – ages 10 to 14 – felt like most of my life, about 67% of it, to be exact (4/6=0.67).

My point is, if words have a shape and feeling, so too do periods of our lives.

I submit that periods of our lives have a weight and shape to them as well, and only we can see and feel them.

When people say, “Just get over it,” or, “That was ages ago,” they’re not being honest with how everyone processes their youth differently from everyone else.

For me, my fat years feel soft, heavy, slow, and oversized – everything was a drag and depressing.

Even now, if I had to describe my overweight years, despite their only occupying 8% of my total life, it FEELS closer to 33% of my life.


And this is why I try to remember that the kid is processing the world very differently than I am.

Yes, he’s 10, but he really only remembers stuff and people from when he was about seven or eight, so he’s really only lived maybe three years or so?

He doesn’t truly remember much beyond that, although he has a sense of things, like the bouba–kiki effect.

Like he has a sense of loving being in NJ with his grandparents and Queens with his cousins.

He just knows they make him feel good in one way or another.

That’s why, even some 40 years later, I still know exactly what it feels like to be a fat, friendless, kid.

It’s always why I’m always obsessed with food and being fit.

Because even though it was (several) lifetimes ago, deep down – well, probably not even that deep down – I’m terrified that I’ll wake up trapped in that fat kid’s body once more.

Which, let’s be honest, is only a few poor carbohydrate decisions away.

Me: Hit a new milestone today.
Her: What’s that?
Me: Welp…somehow, I’ve eaten four pounds of peanut butter in five weeks.
Her: You’re kidding.
Me: If only. (thinking) Now I gotta go out and pick up more peanut butter.

Location: my dry-as-a-bone room
Mood: stressed
Music: I paint a picture of the days gone by (Spotify)

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36 years of Indian food

My brother’s created (food) monsters

When I first met Sara, she said that she liked most cuisines – except Indian food.

We had this conversation when we first met.

Me: Wait, what? Why?
Her: I dunno. I tried it once and whatever I had was just awful. I couldn’t do it.
Me: You musta had a bad dish at a bad joint. Indian food’s some of the best food on earth.
Her: (shrugging) I’m always open to trying it again – I just wouldn’t know what to order.
Me: Oh, I got you.

I get it.

It’s very foreign a food to most Americans and even for the Chinese, it’s pretty different from what we’re used to.

I had it first with my brother.

He’s always been the most influential person in my life – probably still is to a large extent.

Anywho, I went to visit him while he was still in medical school, sometime in 1990.

I know the year because I was still dating my first girlfriend at the time and crashing at his pad.

He told me I would just love Indian food and I told him, essentially, thanks but no thanks.

But he insisted and off we went; he ordered a ton of food.

Now, if you don’t know already, I tend to eat more than most people.

Always have, I don’t know why.

Well, the thing I remember about that night was that the food was so delicious that I ate so much I got sick.

It wasn’t the food, it was that I literally stuffed myself to the point of massive pain, which – for me – is a rarity. I usually simply can’t get full.

Anywho, my bro ordered:

    • Chicken tikka masala
    • Chicken korma
    • Saag paneer
    • Naan
    • Samosas
Went to visit my bro back on 2015.07.08 and I literally ordered the same thing.

He’s now a vegetarian but, to this day, those are my go-to dishes, even 36 years later (Jesus Christ, I cannot believe that was 36 years ago).

And, now they’re Sara’s go-to dishes and Indian food has become some of her fave cuisine.

Me: (after eating at the joint around her old pad) See, you musta had a bad dish at a bad joint.
Her: Looks that way, god, it’s so good – and look at all these pretty serving dishes.

See, same things…

In fact, she loves Indian food so much now that she’s found a killer chicken tikka masala recipe of her own.

She made it for us a few times now AND we also recently went out to the joint that was across the street from her old pad the other day while the kids were away.

Me: What do you think?
Her: Everything’s really good! But…
Me: What?
Her: I dunno…I kinda like the chicken tikka I made better. Everything else is great, though.
Me: (laughing) I’ve created a monster.

Well, technically, my brother’s created four, since she loves it now, and both of the kids love it now too.

It’s funny how the little things we do in life reverberate way after we do them.

Location: home, having Indian food yet again
Mood: achy
Music: I will follow anywhere in any way (Spotify)
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Rob and me throughout the years

A Good Man

Firecracker: I’ve never seen “A Few Good Men.”
Me: Oh man, that’s probably my favourite of alla his films. Have you ever seen “Better off Dead” or “The Sure thing?” Both starring John Cusack?
Her: Neither.
Me: You wanna watch it?
Her: Sure.

I was only six when Rob Reiner last played Michael “Meathead” Stivic in All in the Family (1971–1979), but that’s how I first heard of him.

He looked like what I pictured an adult to look like – mustache, balding, etc.

His character was always referred to as “Meathead” by his dad on the show, but I thought it was “Meatball,” for years until I was at least a teen.

I never thought I’d ever think of him beyond that.

But I did.

And it was during my teen years that I really got to know what mattered him, at least as a director.

This Is Spinal Tap came out in 1984, when I was 11 but I didn’t see it until at least the 1986 with my two friends Dan and Greg.

They thought it was hilarious, but I didn’t really get it at the time.

I saw it again years later in college – I think with my buddy Crawford or Buckley but I’m not sure.

I got more of it then, but even so, a lotta it went over my head.

The Sure Thing, though, was a huge film in my life.

That came out in 1985, but I didn’t see it until it was on TV one late night – I had to have been at least 13 when I saw it or at least 1986 or 87.

Remember thinking that I didn’t think I’d ever know what it was like to be able to choose between TWO women; the idea that two women might like me at the same time – being the fatty-fat-fat I was – was as realistic as me spouting wings and flying.

Still, it was nice to wonder.

It was also the first time I’d seen anything with John Cusack, and I thought he was great – I think I’ve seen pretty much most things he was in from then until about 2000.

Stand by Me (1986) was another one of Reiner’s films that I didn’t see when it came out as I was only in 9th grade then and it wasn’t really something I’d watch at that age.

Saw it myself in college when I was still in the dorms because it was on TV/cable, so sometime between 1990 and 1991.

I remember that I wondered if I’d ever have friends like that.

Lived in a dorm called Dickson Hall and I remember that it was the first time I lived somewhere with co-ed bathrooms – which was a super weird concept for me for about a week.

Then I got over it. I think that’s how it’d be for most people.

In any case, I remember that I was reluctant to watch it because I wasn’t into scary films at all and I heard that Stephen King wrote it.

But I think it was Buckley that told me it wasn’t scary at all and that I should give it a try.

I did and thought it was amazing.

Probably saw that film two more times in my life after that.

The Princess Bride came out in 1987, but I watched that and When Harry Met Sally… (1989) with either my second girlfriend, May, or my third girlfriend, Martha.

I’m pretty sure I saw the former on VHS or DVD, but the latter was the very first of Reiner’s films that I saw in the theatres.

WHMS was actually my least favorite of Meg Ryan’s rom-coms during that time – I was always more of a You’ve Got Mail fan.

Plus, I’ve always detested the idea that men and women can’t be friends and specifically mentioned that film.

But the Princess Bride…man, that was like a perfect film, especially for a kid like me that always loved fencing and swordplay.

Firecracker: We should watch that with the kids.
Me: That’s a great idea. Absolutely.

Suppose that deserves a full entry of its own when/if it happens.

Misery (1990) I saw myself because it was on TV years after it was in theatres and – man – Kathy Bates really scared the crap outta me, mainly because she seemed so believable as both a complete harmless nobody and insane stalker.

Rob really knocked the casting outta the park with that one.

A Few Good Men (1992) I saw with my then girlfriend Martha in college and in the theatres.

By that time, my dad had fully ingrained in me that I was to be a lawyer at some point and, watching that film, I remember thinking, “This wouldn’t be so bad.”

Martha and I broke up a little after college but we, totally by coincidence, ended up in the same law school.

She never spoke to me during that time, and I don’t really blame her. I always wanted to ask her, though, if this film influenced her at all.

Outta all Rob’s films, it’s probably the one that impacted me the most, even more so than The Princess Bride.

I remember I thought about it when I represented myself during the first theft in court, way back when.

I saw The American President (1995) with my girlfriend Elaine in the theatres; she and I both liked it, but I remember I felt it was a bit too preachy.

I think I was already beginning to become my current cynical self.

But it’s good that people like Bob existed, to balance out cynical people like me.

That was the last of his films that I saw but Alison and I watched the New Girl from the first season until Alison got sick (2012–2015).

I always liked when Rob was on the show – he played the father of the main character, Jessica.

I kept recording the New Girl for Alison thinking, “When she gets better, we can watch it together and find out if Jess and her boyfriend Nick ever got together and if Schmidt and Cece also ended up happily ever after.”

Alison and I were always rooting for people to get their happily ever after.

But, because Alison never got better, I never saw those episodes and never found out, which is probably for the best.

I digress…


The point of this entry is that I never really realized how much of my life was shaped by Rob Reiner until I looked back at his filmography and television appearances.

He was an outsized influence on what I considered romance and good vs. evil.

Anywho, thanks for all the great stories and memories, Rob.

You deserved a lot better than this.

But you’re at peace and, in the end, I suppose that’s something.

Location: the kitchen, making chix soup for everyone
Mood: ruminative
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Leaving holes in our lives that cannot be filled

As Happy as I could be

Him: (after meeting the Firecracker) You have a type.
Me: (shrugging) It’s not so much that as there are certain traits in a partner that I value. And the partner that I would pick to be my “until-death-do-you-part” partner would have the most of those things because I value those things.

The Firecracker isn’t Alison, but they have a lot in common – far beyond both being blondes with coloured eyes.

This shouldn’t be surprising because I seek certain things, just like everyone else does.

For example, they’re both female, which makes sense, as I like females. They’re both unwaveringly kind. They both liked that I cooked and I liked that they both cleaned.

Etc. Etc.

I’ve always said that we spend our lives looking for our tribes.

Who’s the ultimate example of your tribe if not your partner?

And if your partner isn’t the ultimate example of your tribe, why isn’t s/he, and why would you be with her/him then?

Firecracker: Are you happy?
Me: (thinking) Yes. But it’s complex.

This fella named Oliver Sacks once said:

When people die they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate – the genetic and neural fate – of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.

Yeah.

And when someone leaves your Venn diagram, they take with them that unique space in your life that only he or she coulda occupied.

So, I have a hole in my soul the shape of my dad that was carved out once he died.

Just like I have one in the shape of my grandmother.

But the largest hole is that of Alison. It’s still there, as are the others.

That’s not changed. It never will.

After all, grief is the price we pay for wonderful things.

My father, Alison, my grandmother – they were all my wonderful things.

So, when the Firecracker asks me something like, “Are you happy?” The answer is yes.

But, imagine that you lost your left arm seven years ago. And in those seven years, beautiful and terrible things happened, because, that’s how life is.

Assume that you’re lucky and the beautiful things far outnumber the terrible things.

I’d assume you’d be happy.

But you’ll never be as happy as you would have been if you got a chance to enjoy those wonderful things AND still have your left arm.

Except, it’s not just your left arm. It’s your right hand as well.

And other bits and pieces of your body soul.

As happy as you could possibly be, you’ll never be as happy as you could have been sine qua non/but for the losses.

That’s the truest answer for the Firecracker’s question and it’s something that I’m acutely aware of for my son.

Because, as happy as he’ll be, as good as a parent as I could possibly be, he’ll forever miss having his mother raise and love him.

He’ll forever be missing something most people, myself included, take for granted.

And my heart aches as to the truth of that statement.

It’s why Mother’s Day/Alison’s birthday is such hell for both of us.


Note that the same is true for the Firecracker.

Because we met after she’s lived decades of her life and the purpose of life is to wear you down.

She too has injuries that she bears so that, as happy as she might be with me, those injuries remain. But that’s her story to tell.

I know that I can make the years the Firecracker and I have together as happy as I can.

But I also know that there are things that I can’t do because we all have those holes in our souls in the shape of the people and things we’ve loved and lost.

I like to think that, it’s not so much that I’ll die one day, so much as it is that I’ll have so many holes in my soul that, one day, they’ll be too many for me to go on.

I’m 39 in this picture above and the main one.

My friend Nadi took them while we were having dinner one night.

Life was perfect at that moment.

At that moment: My clients are awesome, and my career is taking off. My dad is alive. I’m happy and laughing with friends. And she’s alive and we’re about to start a family. Three kids. Suburbs.

Alla that.

A year after that picture: Alison and I lost our first pregnancy. It was the start of a winter of sadness and pain that I wouldn’t have believed possible for anyone to survive.

Nonea that.

But, in that moment, I was happy because I didn’t know how fucked up life could – and would – become.

Man, the lucky never realize they are lucky until it’s too late.

I’m realizing how lucky – at least right now – I am.

And I’m grateful to the Firecracker and the kid for making me feel lucky again.

It’s been such a long time.

Me: But I’m as happy as I could possibly be right now. I have no capacity to be any happier.
Her: Ok, I’ll take that.

Location: A dark bullet bar with some new friends and good stories
Mood: lucky happy
Music: It’s gotta drive you crazy, how you keep it all inside (Spotify)
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Travelogue: Taiwan 2025, pt 3 – Visiting my childhood summer home

A trip to my childhood

The next day, we had Taipei street food and coffee for brekkie.

25 years ago, the coffee in Taiwan was pretty meh, but it’s about on par with the rest of the world at this point.

Everyone absolutely loved the food I got and devoured it – forgot to take pics but it was essentially this type of dan bing.

Although I did take manage to take pics of a fruit that I ate like there was no tomorrow as a kid here, the wax apple.

If you ever find any, get it.

Crap, now I want more.

Afterward, we left the AirBnB we called home alla those days and took the bullet train – first time for all of us – from Taipei to my mom’s hometown, Hsinchu.

Trip was ridonk fast, less than 40 mins; used to take like 90 mins by car.

She booked a five-star hotel that was less than seven minutes walking distance from my aunt’s pad and my mom’s childhood home.

This caliber of hotel was not around when I was here last in 2000. Case-in-point, there was not only a bidet in our room, but literally, every bathroom in the hotel.

Son: (trying a bidet for the first time) Oh my god, this is the best!!

The blue garage was where I spent all my childhood summers; it was a garage my grandmother converted into a convenience store, and it’s back to a garage now.

Me: (looking out from the balcony) Holy cow, we’re so close. We can see my mom’s home from our room.
Her: I spent a lotta time planning this.
Me: Oh man, I love you!

See all the tall buildings? Zero of those were around when I was a kid.

Zero.

Below’s a pic I took of that exact area 25 years ago. No joke.

This picture was taken April 8th, 2000. If you look to the right, you’ll see zero tall buildings. That’s where my mom’s old home was. Nothing was there then. Oh, and that’s my aunt’s helmet in front; she picked me up on her scooter.

We immediately took a walk so I could see the old hometown.

Her: How do we cross the street without getting killed?
Me: Honestly, I have no idea. There were never this many cars around before. This is crazy.

The church that I played at as a kid was still there, which blew my mind.

It wasn’t this color when I was a kid. There weren’t as many cars here so we used to play in the lot. I used to climb up the side of that wall on the right.

Everyone was hungry so we took a walk and found a bao joint.

The buns were hot, fresh, and delicious.

The Uber Eats sign made me chuckle.

Of course, we stopped by a convenience store for some drinks and snacks.

Son: I’ve never seen this before.
Me: What?
Him: M&Ms…but as a chocolate bar.
Me: Crazy what you find in other countries, yeah? You gotta travel when you get older, kid. Who knows what you’ll see elsewhere?

We headed home afterward for the kids to crash.

There was a spa in the hotel that the Firecracker and I both took advantage of except I managed to slip in the whirlpool area and cut a one-inch gash on my left knee.

Her: How did you do that!?
Me: Well, first of all, I’ve had very little sleep…

But the staff there patched me up pretty quickly.

Later that night, my cousin picked us up to take us out to eat.

Him: We were so sorry to hear about your late wife and dad. We told your mom but didn’t want to bother you directly.
Me: I know. I get it. It was…it was my year of horror (可怕的一年). What can anyone say?

Met up with my aunt – my mom’s younger sister and his mom – at the restaurant. My cousin insisted on taking us all out to eat.

To a buffet of all places.

Firecracker: Oh man, does he know you or what?
Me: I think it was just an amazingly lucky guess.

This was my kid cousin. He’s now taller and bigger than me.

He’s got two kids of his own to boot – alla the kids got along like a house on fire, which was sweet.

We caught up for a while and then he drove us all back to our hotel, where we all crashed pretty hard.

But before that, we drove past our grandmother’s store/house.

Me: I shoulda come when she…she went away.
Him: Your mom came.
Me: Right. Still.
Him: It’s ok.
Me: I loved that old lady.
Him: Of course. We all did.
Me: Yeah. (nodding, looking away)

The next morning, we inhaled the brekkie buffet, where I ate my weight in dragonfruit.

Son: Papa, your tongue is bright red.
Me: Take a pic and lemme see.

We caught an Uber to a neighboring town where we saw a replica of a Hakka Tulou, something unique to my particular ethnic group.

That’s a full entry for another time as there’s too much to get into now.
Yet another thing that the Firecracker researched and set up for us.

Afterward, we caught an Uber back to Hsinchu, where we went to a mall and had some western food because the kids wanted a break from Asian food and so we could get some new clothes for the kids.

Spaghetti in Taiwan turned out to be a very bad idea.

We also brought them to a park to run around before heading back to the hotel.

For dinner, the Firecracker and I wanted some authentic local Taiwanese food from Hsinchu, which is the type of food I think of when I think of Taiwanese food, so my cousin brought me a great local joint.

The beer was really good – kinda sweet and not bitter at all.

Him: When our cousin K came by last time, we blew like $500 USD here.
Me: You’re kidding.
Him: Nope. Closed the place down.
Me: (nodding) We are related.

Something about the lunch we had didn’t sit right with the kid, so he sat alone and didn’t eat – so I knew he was def feeling off.

Like I said, spaghetti in Taiwan turned out to be a bad idea.

The Firecracker, her kid, and I absolutely demolished alla that food.

Afterward, we went to my cousin’s pad and hung out with his kids and my aunt for a while before heading back to the hotel.

It was a sobering thought but I thought that this might be the last time I ever see my aunt again.

Firecracker: Not necessarily. We can come back soon.
Me: Maybe. I’d like that, though. Maybe.

Location: my old gym, getting a plaque that says I have a million subs on SF
Mood: ecstatic
Music: Home is where my habits have a habitat (Spotify)
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