Some years ago, I compiled a bunch of research hoping to write a story about screenwriter Joe Eszterhas. It didn’t work out for some reason. So I wrote this instead, which was published in an entertainment website called Mr. Showbiz. Read the rest of this entry »

A column for SF Weekly about spending Christmas in Reno turns into a hellish nightmare, with vicious snowstorms, and the Blues Brothers tribute band Rubber Biscuit. Read the rest of this entry »

The eerie similarity between my dog’s coprophagia and American foreign policy. First performed at San Francisco’s Progressive Reading Series, on a bill with Jane Smiley and Jonathan Franzen. A more family-friendly version was later published in Bark magazine. Read the rest of this entry »

A delightful lunch in London devolves into a bout of Gwen Stefani-induced bile. Read the rest of this entry »

I haven’t written much about this era of my life, and I don’t know exactly why it feels time to post a few things about it. Probably because if something isn’t available online, it automatically doesn’t exist for a lot of people. And perhaps because enough time has passed. And maybe because I’m publishing a new book about punk rock history, and people aren’t sure if I was ever a punk. Anyway, here goes.
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What began as a simple joke posting to my website blossoms into a strange correspondence with three members of the 70s band Foghat.

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A short story about the dotcom rise and fail, told entirely through emails from a publicist.

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A short story based on San Francisco’s legendary community of archivists and collectors. Includes gratuitous Star Wars reference.

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