The Ecuadorian Library

or, The Blast Shack After Three Years

What It Was Like, What Happened, and What It’s Like Now.

My journey to recovery.

My Life in Hamburgers

My long, obsessive, and (too) deep relationship with hamburgers goes back to the earliest moments of consciousness—my plump little fingers clenching madly at tiny Royal Castle burgers, digging into the cloud-light buns with the same animal glee with which I plunged my face into the…

One Month with No Phone

Important lessons I learned while phoneless in San Francisco

Narcostate

All it takes is seventy-five thousand dollars and you buy a congress man. Even if you are a…

Dancing with Drugs

I can’t recommend anyone learn vital lessons about substance abuse by doing drugs…

Requiem for My Niece

Many years ago on December 2nd, our big grey city was covered with a major snowstorm. It was another record-breaking…

Atlas: Mapping Virtual Reality Onto The Real World

After creating robotic sentry guns and video-game…

Numbers Are Arbitrary

Thoughts from a Recovering Bulimic

One of the first questions my therapist ever asked me during recovery was, on a scale of one to ten, what proportion of my thoughts were occupied with body image. For far too long I was hovering around eight…