On Kirtan

We left Brooklyn early Saturday morning for Martha's Vineyard, where the seasonal tourists have disappeared, the foliage has turned to brilliant shades of orange, red and gold, and the mid-October temperatures have dropped suddenly and precipitously.  This is all familiar to me, having grown up near Portland, Maine.  Autumn in New England always stirs a...

A Strange Pilgrimage: Our Journey to New York Comic Con 2018

It's like this.  We're up sometime between 4:30 a.m. and 5 a.m., and there is an inherent austere quality to being functionally conscious at such an hour.  There is a sacredness to it, whether one is working through the middle of some graveyard shift, or lying awake in some lonely state of insomnia, or a...