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The Dusty Jumper: A Memoir About Basketball, Adolescence, Anxiety, Identity and NBA Fandom

Hello Good People,

I finally finished editing. I have slowly destroyed my inner perfectionist. Or maybe I just got older. Or both. Words are never finished. Writing is never done. But this book is…at last.


The Dusty Jumper is a basketball memoir from a child of the 80s. A collection of tied-together moments from two decades of personal experiences and NBA-related writing. Pieces of a puzzle that concludes with the idea that we are all human. Writing that takes hoops as a centering theme but is really about people and our need to play, cheer, watch, read, and write, and generally connect to something bigger than ourselves.

Good for summer reading. Easy to carry around. Short passages. Basketball. Adolescence. Fandom. Anxiety. Hopefully, you’ll find it mildly humorous and somewhat poetic, though I’m not paid to be a comedian or a poet…(though, usually, comedians and poets are broke).

If you have promotion suggestions, feel free to send any thoughts my way. I’m not a marketing guru, if that wasn’t obvious.

I can tell you the book costs $10, which is less than two pints of gelato, unless they’re on sale.

Happy summer reading,

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James Baldwin on Hate

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”

– James Baldwin


For all of the post-election think-pieces on how so many Americans voted for Trump, not enough have dealt with this idea. Journalists have considered the economic causes and the cultural causes. The demographic shifts. The isolation. The fact that people weren’t honest about their pro-Trump opinions with pollsters, and thus, the polls were all wrong.

I understand the complexity, the myriad reasons that people wanted something radically different than the status quo. Bernie Sanders attracted so many for similar reasons. The desire, fictional though it may be, for something entirely new to change our government and our corporate-driven trajectory as a nation. Tragically, way too many bought the hype, and now we’re trying to uncover why.

James Baldwin’s words illuminate that sense of hate as a kind of terrible icing on a cake that is made of pain. Pain that is psychologically-based, rooted in economic distress and cultural fears, manipulated by the heat of racialized and gendered rhetoric. Fears both real and imagined, coalescing into pain both real and imagined, funneled into hate, both real and virtual. Social media being the conveyor-belt of these ideas.

We must take Baldwin’s words to heart…and use them to confront this new reality.

The new documentary comes out February 3. Thanks to Magnolia Pictures for producing it.



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The Weathered Blues

There are no answers. No paved roads. No North Stars. What guides the wandering minstrel? The lost poet? The seeker of truth? The fire burns, but the candle is low. There is resistance on this Earth. There are force fields around us, but they won’t protect. Lava flows amidst stone emotions.

What guides the ethereal dreamer? The give? The change in atmosphere. The world nestled in a palm. The wonderment of the sky at dawn and dusk. The rising ocean. We make the world a better place for those that came before us. Each generation dropping a rung, sometimes two, this frayed rope ladder of a species.

And what of the periphery? Anarchists clinging to the edges, personalities dried up in the sun. What of the land-locked, the grid-happy urbanites, the reclusive ones that build themselves into the hills, the sides of a mountain. What of that dreaded concept…potential? We’re only coming out because we came back in. The insurmountable is only seemingly so. All has been done once, despite the wildest imaginations. The patterns in the darkness, the grays colliding, merging with the weathered blues.

The transcripts of the delicate, patchwork souls of creativity. The power of the asterisk. The wandering unit of change. The undertow that engulfs the hungry. The unknowable, untrustable, unending, unsatisfying, unrestrained, unintended, the unencumbered, the drifiting, the drifted, the moments of clarity surround the confusion, the windswept parking lots of the future, the buildings slowly sinking deeper, the foundations of logic and territory upended, bewildered, lost and safe.

This history lesson lives on in spirit. This catastrophic melody is anchored in an inhuman cacophony of beats, pulses, switches and slaps.

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