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There’s something very not right about sweltering afternoons in January… even in Southern California. Bodies simply cannot regulate themselves under conditions such as these. Apartments, for the most part, hover around the freezing point until May or June. Mornings offer fresh chill and desert nights officially settle into place

Here it is, the end of the first business week of 2026. Are we surviving, hanging in there, having fun yet? Is anyone, anywhere… thriving? I’m writing this on Tuesday, Jan. 6. The news is bleak. [Editor’s note, it has clearly gotten much (much) worse since then].  But

My idea for this week’s essay is moving to next week because I simply do not have the energy or mental fortitude to expand on why Orange Juice’s “Rip It Up” is the quintessential New Year’s song. But you will have a full-throated defense of this thesis

As I’ve alluded to recently, wrangling Best Of content has been a core aspect of my identity for as long as I can remember. Certainly since I started making year end mix CDs for all my friends in the mid-2000s. But for my final four years at KCRW, it

A few weeks ago, I found myself needing to move my body without leaving the house. I think it was because of the foster kittens. So I decided to throw on a DJ mix that I recorded at some point in 2017. I know the year because I cleverly titled

The best thing about living alone is the endless space for judgement-free, one-sided expression: Voicing out of context phrases aloud just to hear how they sound, mimicking a line delivery from a podcast or TV show for fun, psych-ward-tier conversational engagement with pets, and best of all, singing. I sing

[Smacks head in comically exaggerated manner] OH RIGHT! I haven’t done improv since Friday, Nov. 21. That was just a little over a week ago, but the realization hit me with the urgency of an actual face palm late yesterday afternoon while driving from my third cat feeding of

I think about the social contract… a lot. It’s a phrase/concept that gets thrown around a fair amount as if it’s some ancient scroll that was negotiated eons before any of us were born. Ancestral knowledge distributed amongst every living being to ensure that strangers can occupy

I found myself standing next to a former coworker at a panel discussion about music not too long ago and I excused myself to wander elsewhere when I could sense the onstage conversation coming to a close. I’ve always enjoyed the company of this person, he’s funny, insightful,

CW: Sexual assault. If we’ve talked IRL in the past few months, there’s a very good chance that I’ve implored you to seek out the movie Sorry, Baby… mainly so I could finally talk about it with someone, anyone. Well, it’s on HBO Max now, so

I’m attempting to meditate ahead of my final physical with employer-provided health insurance. My goals are clear: 1. Get a blood pressure reading that is considered “fine.” 2. Get as many refills as possible for my generic Zoloft prescription. A little over an hour later I’ll have accomplished