Born in the summer of 1963 into a family that had yet to be convinced of the civilizing power of central air conditioning, my life as a humble son of Kings county began. Having had a number of careers (difficulty holding a job) the ensuing decades of increasingly challenging social interaction have effectively convinced me that I just don’t fit in. I’ll be writing about the things that reinforce that feeling in me, as well as any other crap that sets me off. I hope that some of what you encounter here has a resonance (or dissonance) that makes you glad (or irritated) that you took a few moments to read it.

With minimal sincerity,

Marty Goldberg