In the mid 90s I didn’t have a computer and had to rent time on a box at an internet cafe on Broadway. It was dark, small and felt sleazy: four or five of us with our backs to each… Read More ›
2017
When slice-of-life doesn’t cut it anymore
Eyes closed, on my back, losing touch with my position in space. Voices passing outside the door, in the hall. Someone pushing a cart. Someone running water. Can’t feel my hands, can’t move my feet. Mind is awake. I can… Read More ›
A wish for the year 2017
You have a restaurant. The restaurant is born out of your desire to share your favorite recipes, create a place for people to feel a certain way. Whether or not you know it, you’ve got a brand. There are things… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 