Sentence of Dave

When I see headlines like this: US could see millions of coronavirus cases and 100,000 or more deaths, Fauci says And learn those numbe...

Radiolab has a new episode addressing all the numbers we are confronted with during this Covid-19 crisis, and how hard it is to interpolate ...

I recently connected with a receptive Covid-19 coronavirus named Rebecca. She's living on a public restroom door handle in central New J...

The year is 1999. The competition for moviegoers' attention is fierce; this is making M. Night Shyamalan extremely anxious. He's c...

The first book I've finished during the Covid-19 Crisis has an apt title: Death Without Company.  Death without company is the  unfort...

While I'm not enjoying the lack of pick-up soccer during the pandemic preparation, I am getting out and running more. Yesterday, I went ...

I just finished re-rerecording and re-mixing a song I wrote about a year ago. The lyrics are now ominously prophetic-- although not in the w...

If you're worried about keeping your kids literate through the coronavirus crisis, try playing some Bananagrams with them. If y...

Since my last Coronavirus update, some things have changed. And some haven't. I still haven't been able to purchase toilet paper. ...

Walter Mosley's White Butterfly is the third novel in his Easy Rawlins trilogy. It's less of a period piece than the first two:  Dev...

Here's some quick notes on my experiences (or lack thereof) of the coronavirus in central New Jersey. I hope I'll be able to look ba...

I like to screw around recording weird music. Laying down the tracks is a blast. You loop a beat, play some guitar and bass, layer in some s...

Walter Mosley's second Easy Rawlins novel, A Red Death , spells out the utilitarian ethics that a black man living in the 1950s had to e...

This year-- instead of my usual ranting and raving --  I buckled down and prepared for Daylight Saving Time. I normally wake up at 5:40 AM,...

Tragic news on my front. On Thursday afternoon, March 5, 2020 . . .  just three days after my fiftieth birthday, my fourteen-year-old son Ia...

Now that Black History month is over (although my BHM book club carries on -- I'm in the middle of Walter Mosley's The Red Deat...

Holy shit. The culmination of my Black History Month Book Club (with one member) is a wild one. Wilmington's Lie: The Murderous Coup of ...

Last weekend, I received a most excellent early birthday present: old friends and shitloads of snow. Neil, John, Mose and I ventured up to...

The Doctor and me, we share the same date-- Inevitably, we'll share the same fate. As alive as he was, all the places he went, ...

I am loath to admit that my dental hygienist was right. Years and years ago, she told me I should invest in an electric toothbrush. A Sonica...