BEARING BAD NEWS.

September 19th, 2011 Posted in Advice, Opinion, PINO PER DIEM, Sunday Learning
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THE DAMAGE IS DONE. WHAT NEXT?

THE DAMAGE IS DONE. WHAT NEXT?

I spent a placid day partly in solitude, thinking of the busy weekend that was.  The talk on everyone’s mind was how the sucker David Ortiz, got sucker punched by Floyd Money, but ended his misery a little earlier nonetheless.  There were other things that happened in between, including a friend’s block party, flag football, and my favorite sport, volleyball. ALL AND ALL -  A GREAT WEEKEND.

“Just read a magazine that f*cked up my day” – Jay-Z

But then a very dear, close …

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240 SECONDS

September 16th, 2011 Posted in PINO PER DIEM, Short Stories
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THE TREE IS GONE.

THE TREE IS GONE.

This is a short story that is inspired by my cousin, the Kberg courtyard, and my 10th grade crush.  Enjoy.

Once upon a time, within the Phanerozoic era, we were kings; wise fools more so.  If I could, I would, go back to when that was the present, foolishly thinking I was one of the few chosen and wizened of the bunch.  How could I not? I was in the oxymoronic position of being in my fourth year of my second year of high school.  Blame …

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MIXED SIGNALS

September 14th, 2011 Posted in Advice, Opinion, PINO PER DIEM, Relationships
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ISN'T IT FREE ALREADY?

ISN'T IT FREE ALREADY?

Opposite sexes, men and women, are equally affected by mixed signals.

He texts me and NEVER calls me.
She doesn’t look at me in the eye.
He’s never affectionate, but say’s he’s crazy about me?

What gives? The push-pull, the cat & mouse tactic has stood the test of time and is going nowhere anytime soon.

ESPECIALLY IN COURTSHIPS.

They already have taken bizarre turns with the advent of new technologies like text messaging and social media, lines are blurred between the physical and the lines …

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A BOOK THAT GOT ME OPEN.

September 13th, 2011 Posted in Books, Opinion, PINO PER DIEM, Reviews
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IMAGE IS EVERYTHING.

IMAGE IS EVERYTHING.

In third grade, my fascination for tennis started, seemingly by accident.  At a local park there was a wall that served as a backdrop for plenty of drop shots during the summer of 89’.  But there was good reason why I was hitting by myself.  No one plays tennis where I’m from; only basketball and baseball.

But it was the summer before, 1988, when I remember spending many summer days being experiencing extreme ennui, trying to pass the time by watching ALL of Wimbledon, and ALL of …

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What I Learned On Sunday: Closing Time

September 12th, 2011 Posted in Advice, Opinion, PINO PER DIEM, Sunday Learning
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Autumn is the Fall of Summer.

Autumn is the Fall of Summer.

Yesterday deserved a moment of silence – a period, a comma. We already know why, but there were other things that celebrated the end.

Entrouage. Not mine, but the popular HBO original show, the male’s answer to Sex in the City has concluded on September 11th.  Everyone has differing opinions on the show and its direction, but its only fitting that it end.

Some feel that it has a religious following that even though some think the quality of the show has …

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Tuesday, Ten Years Ago.

September 11th, 2011 Posted in PINO PER DIEM, Short Stories, Short Story Sunday
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TUESDAY – SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2001.

I had a feeling, a gut one, that today would live in infamy, infinitely. Not because of what happened when I woke up. Nothing did. Yet. It was 6:00am and I was in the midst of my third full day of school – a junior at Hofstra University. The infamy stemmed from the atmosphere. The tableau: The sun in solace, the lack in clouds gave the sky a pure form of blue.

7:50am: Today was official release of Jay-Z’s now classic album The Blueprint, but …

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MAKING SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHING.

September 7th, 2011 Posted in Advice, Opinion, PINO PER DIEM, Sunday Learning
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NY.

NY.

Labor Day’s are usually hit or miss. Today, with the weather, the beach is a wash, and the sun is amiss.

Yesterday was different, especially at my home away from home, in the city of Long Beach. It didn’t feel like the unofficial end of summer. No, it felt retro, as if we were ensconced to the middle of July, as the best surfers in the world descended on New York waves for the first time ever for a competition.

And being a recreational surfer, yesterday wouldn’t normally be …

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