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Bowler Hat and Kinky Boots

I don’t write much about my mother, even if as a kid, I was much closer to her than I was to my dad. There’s a great deal of good in my mom, and there’s a great deal of baggage between us. My mother introduced me to Pink Floyd, David Bowie, beer and marijuana. My … Continue reading »

The Blues and the Abstract Truth III

A block away lived a man and his family. We would often visit. The adults would sit around a glass table, roll joints, and smoke. From the dim room, I could hear the strum of a guitar. Occasionally, vocal harmonies. The kids recreated Spring’s awakening in the man’s living room: she was a bud about … Continue reading »

My Dad

This post is written for Brother Jon‘s Funny Dad Friday installments. My dad was born into a Catholic family: he was the first child and had ten siblings—all girls. At the age of 11, he was taken away from his school desk and was presented with his first job—eleven mouths to feed don’t come cheap, choices were … Continue reading »

What’s On a Clown’s Mind

Being Freshly Pressed and featured on The Daily Post in the same amount of time it took White Baby Jesus to create the world packs a punch: your kids call you “Sir Clown Dad”, your ego wants a corner office and its own parking spot, and your distant relatives start selling your baby photos to … Continue reading »

Jealousy and a Father's Love

Reblogged from Black Box Warnings: I run.  Ok, honestly, I think about running while walking around my neighborhood in San Francisco.  This is a green city as you might know.  We compost everything here.  But when I’m walking/thinking about running, I’m green—not in the way you think, not in the same way as my fascist … Continue reading »

My Limp Dick in a Box Has Facebook-Blue Balls

It is time to remove the cock ring from the Dick in a Box concept, and allow the flow of blood to nurture other ideas… It was good while it lasted, wasn’t it, Jen, Gemini Girl and Meizac? But Le Clown gets bored easily… Just ask Sock Monkey… On with new toys. Now that I got your attention … Continue reading »

Reblogged from Black Box Warnings: If you enjoy elevator music, this post is perfect for you.

LEP Has Some Competition: Meet Mr. Mario

Reblogged from Eurolinguiste: This post is dedicated to Le Clown. We have the most awesome little boy who speaks only French. For the past three years, we have started to teach him English, but he has somewhat resisted it. The only words he has felt it is necessary to learn in English are those in … Continue reading »

Journey to the End of the Night

“That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.” ― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night I visited my father’s grave for the first time yesterday – 16 years after his death. We stayed a whopping 20 minutes, tops. … Continue reading »

Cue M*A*S*H Theme Song

“There is no Eric, there is only Le Clown.” – Dana Barrett, Ghostbusters (1984) April 9, 1996. I’m already ahead of myself. Let’s backtrack it by one day. April 8, 1996. Le Clown doesn’t exist, yet. His backbone does: Le Pre-Clown. He’s 26, handsome, smart, funny, charming, a university literature student and a Blockbuster assistant-manager … Continue reading »