When I was in Cuba last month, I got word that my grandfather was dying. He lived in Havana in the ’50s, and his heart never really left. I wrote an essay about him, about Cuba, and about the man pictured in the statue above for Cartel Magazine. I’m proud of it. You’ve got to subscribe to get Cartel, but it’s worth doing so. There’s good stuff in there.
You’ve come here, to a place with extraordinary sports facilities. In these facilities you should develop your athletic abilities to their maximum potential, as part of the satisfaction of your human needs.
Fidel Castro, 1971. I wrote about Castro and his (many) views on sport for Hazlitt Magazine.
In which we talk about Status Quo, mezcal, public displays of affection, girl groups, and one of us quitting Twitter.
The exclusive “Eric leaves Twitter” interview
I wrote a few paragraphs about how despite their awful performance, this has been my favorite Laker season in recent memory.
I deleted my Twitter account. If you need to get in touch, firstname.lastname@example.org
A man feeds donkey sulla flowers and foliage from its own load near Gangi, Sicily, Italy, January 1955.Photograph by Luis Marden, National Geographic
happy birthday shakespeare from theo and cockroach
Here we go, episode two. This one is slightly different, in that it features editing because we talked for about 90 minutes, and chopped it down to about half that. Hope you enjoy it.
It was recorded at two bars:
This is something I’m doing with my friend Craig.
For the first time in about two years, I published some fiction today over at Hobart. The story is about an umpire. It’s pretty short. I hope you check it out.