Stephen Mejias

To tell the truth, I didn't want to come into the office today. Amazing, I know. And it didn't have all to do with the rain and the wind and the unusually cool June air, though those were factors. Mostly, it had to do with a hummingbird. I wanted to stay home and strum the guitar in tune with all those sounds that were happening outside. But I did the next best thing.

Every now and then, work infiltrates my dream-life. Deadlines, forum issues, an e-mail I forgot to respond to — these and other things have, at times, disturbed my gentle sleep.

A couple of nights ago, walking down Madison Avenue, on my way home from work, I had to stop and enjoy this view.

Michael Fremer wants the world to know that vinyl is back.

In their neverending quest to damn my life, Bose is now sending me credit cards. I walked into my beautiful apartment, the sun having already set, threw this and all the other junk mail down onto the kitchen table, and grabbed a beer.