I recently read Nobel-laureate Heinrich Boll’s The Clown. This short masterpiece describes the plight of a monogamous clown whose wife has left him. He’s had a bad review and it’s become evident that he has to take time away from the stage to become better at his craft. Throughout the novel we meet his rich… Continue reading The Clown: Part 2, Heinrich Boll and Pierrot
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Why Bushwick is Beating Williamsburg
When was the last time you went to Williamsburg and had the time of your life? Better yet, when was your last adventure in Williamsburg? For me it was a while ago. Part of that has to do with the high-priced condos and the papoose-slinging parents who fill them. This is nothing new– gentrification did… Continue reading Why Bushwick is Beating Williamsburg
Daniel Adler Samples the Berlin Underground
Kreuzberg is the Williamsburg of Berlin, and Cecil had told me that on the southeast edges it’s like Bushwick. Linda gave me a couple of recommendations too, but it wasn’t until I sat in the cafe and heard the guy next to me speaking American English and asked him for some tips and he wrote… Continue reading Daniel Adler Samples the Berlin Underground
Learning Berlin Like I Learned Bushwick, Kinda
I am sitting in a cafe in Berlin in Rosenthaler Platz and I just finished drinking my americano, which the man at the counter recommended (over the girly Milkmadchen Espresso). I am upstairs sitting in a room filled with young people on their Mac Books. Most are German. I am reminded of the tea rooms… Continue reading Learning Berlin Like I Learned Bushwick, Kinda
How to Go Out In Tel Aviv, Part 1
The Israeli weekend begins on Friday, Shabbat. But it’s a religious weekly holiday–everything’s closes at sundown. Of course, there are bars open; Tel Aviv likes to model itself after New York. But it’s oddly quiet. Many people go out on Saturday, the day before most people begin their work week. That the Jewish culture doesn’t… Continue reading How to Go Out In Tel Aviv, Part 1
Three Bushwick Characters
Last night I learned a valuable lesson: you don’t talk about circumcision or herpes at parties. At the next party I went to, in Bushwick, I met a bunch of different characters. Chris, a handsome melancholy German stood outside on a stoop and lamented the divide between architecture’s aesthetics and context. He was the son… Continue reading Three Bushwick Characters
Why I Write
Last night in Bushwick as I watched couples at witching hour Chris was all pissy because I wouldn’t have a drink with him. I was already drunk, pleasurably slurring. And he turned to me and started talking about how painting gives him freedom, like 1 mm of freedom, and how that 1 mm is enough.… Continue reading Why I Write
The Bagger at the Bushwick Associated
There is a small woman who bags the groceries at the Associated. She said “Hi” to me today. We usually speak in Spanish and she laughs at me along with the cashier. But today I was returning a light bulb and I was too preoccupied to talk to her in Spanish and so I only… Continue reading The Bagger at the Bushwick Associated
Daniel Adler’s Halloween in Bushwick
That weather sure was bad. In the afternoon I saw The Rum Diary because Anthony had free passes. It was a fun movie. It succeeded in making me want to drink and travel and write, like Hunter S. Thompson who wrote the book when he was 22. So of course Chris and I shared a… Continue reading Daniel Adler’s Halloween in Bushwick
Heatwave in Bushwick
Hottest day of the year. It was. I saw hydrant water run across the street and little fat kids, shirts sticking to their little boobies like a skin, getting all wet. I told ’em, I just biked seven miles and one of them said, whoa, I’ll hold your bike for you. I dunked my head,… Continue reading Heatwave in Bushwick
Daniel the Writer 