This is about the 23rd version of this monstrosity of a website called SPILLWAY.COM. This site started out as a ...

The story concerns the crossing paths of two strangers in a paradise filed with inverted maps, ex-husbands, myths of the ...

Pine's memoir explores analog 1990s Williamsburg Brooklyn before the the crashing of the digital wave. He uses a form of ...

I released this book a while back. Experimenting with distribution and formats. There are a few more in the pipeline ...

These are the lost notebooks of a secret performance artist, whose 1990s New York reality is a maze of chance ...

It’s now 2017 and I wanted to do an update about my general disgust of Facebook and reminisce about a ...

I felt an extreme itch to write this rant for a while as I feel our entire culture is reaching ...

THIS IS PART 2. PART 1 IS HERE. Extreme transparency cuts both ways. It provides access while undermining leadership. There ...

The OWS protests aren’t so much about evil bankers but depersonalization and the loss of control that brings. With corporate ...

It feels like ten years have passed but nothing has really happened. The only progress has been via bubbles whose ...

This letter was originally mailed to Paul Auster in about 2000 when he was collecting stories on his NPR radio ...

I think about technology all the time. I think about how much it has taken over every facet of my ...

Originally written in 2011 - Updated 2021 With all recent oil panic and near nuclear meltdowns I decided to venture ...

Heard firsthand on the street in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. (Actual Conversation): Man has a clipboard and confronts an old woman. MAN: ...

We decide to get off the train before it gets to the city. The station is in a suburban atmosphere ...

You are passing through a field of junk with tall dead grass, and you cannot see the vermin underneath it ...

A festival takes place today in honor of a giant pool. Old men sit on benches uninvolved. There is a ...

4-1 I must rip all the bushes and branches from the grotto, with long swoops of a scythe. The bricks ...

The train begins its journey on the edge of a perfect disk. It travels to its certain destination and the ...

There are gray haired women who in the doorways who gossip. Lamps spill amber onto the street. A truck pushes ...

5-21 I am lying beside PW in a hotel room bed where I  read a book and watch television simultaneously ...

Grandfather lies in a dreaming state while shadows enter the hospital room and shake him awake. He sees his sons ...

Within the freight elevator, the old Mr. Pointe spends a day’s eternity. Through the wire mesh at the bottom of ...

She keeps a collection of pictures of herself with others in her room. Some are of old barely forgotten boyfriends ...

Chinese Girl at counter with little tiny padlocks. 10 layers of peeling paint on subway column. Broke up fight on ...

My friend tunes in the radio while we are driving with my girlfriend’s Father. We ride in a large black ...

When I worked at Weiser’s Bookstore on 24th street I didn’t realize I was witnessing the end of something, but ...

You must always take more than you give. Your manners are always weak. You must stop saving seconds and losing ...

Interview to soon be published in näkyvyys (Finland) näkyvyys: Where did this idea come from? J.F. Culhane: The idea for ...

Every once in a while I think back to my childhood to examine what went wrong. I tend to flip ...

Just dug this up. I started getting the sircam virus in my email way back in 2001. For people who ...

Upon my arrival last year in December for a vacation from the northeast, I rented a cheap Diahatsu car for ...