Neil Kramer explores friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
He lives in NYC. He can be contacted at neilochka on yahoo.
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Category Archives: Life in General
Already posted this on Facebook, but wanted to show Juli the new version with the music added, and with me editing out the part where the sound got screwed up. As for why I bothered to even do this, … Continue reading
If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll notice that I haven’t uploaded a single photos in the last two weeks. It’s as if I’ve lost interest in photography. After shooting 3,000 photos over the last two years, I’ve discovered the … Continue reading
My trip to New Zealand was all about water. Without water, we would all die of thirst. But don’t try to grab it with the tense hand; it will laugh at you with disdain. It is a chameleon … Continue reading
Call me old-fashioned, but I was convinced that she would be the first to crack. Blokes like myself believe women are the sentimental creatures, so I was surprised that, on my arrival at LAX, the first text I received from … Continue reading
Back when I attended my Jewish sleep-away camp, the summer ended with a big dance. It was on the last weekend of August, right before we all went back to our predictable middle-class lives in Queens, Brooklyn, Westchester, New Jersey, … Continue reading
After lunch at her Mexican restaurant, Marianne dropped me off at the train station at Paekakariki. I had an hour to kill before the train for Paraparaumu arrived, so I wandered around the tiny town’s Main Street, which took me … Continue reading
This Monday, I fly out of Los Angeles to Wellington, New Zealand. I thought tonight would be a good time for a quick recap of my recent life, something akin to those old-fashioned Christmas cards where the family blabs about … Continue reading
I’m going to utter the one statement that will single-handedly ruin my career in the media business: I’m getting old. I’m not just talking about physical age, but in personal interests: I’m more interested in the Queen Mary than the … Continue reading
For years, I’ve been complaining about the superficial nature of online friendships, my boredom with trading quips about pop culture or the ubiquitous “liking” of each other’s drunken photos on Instagram? Real friends look at each other. They interrupt each … Continue reading