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Author of Things Become Other Things, and Kissa by Kissa. Japan. Writer, photographer, walker.
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[RODEN] Oooohhh Summer, How Much Risk Is a Useful Amount of Risk?

2026-08-04 08:00:00

Roden Readers —

There is sweat and then there is s-w-e-a-t and the out-of-doorsness in Japan is presently a natural machine that produces nothing but sweat and sweat and sweat and swelter. Dryness has been eradicated. Fire is impossible to start. Blowtorch any single thing and it will laugh in your face. The implicit ubiquity of moistness inspired Japanese dictionary publishers to excise “dry.” A useless word. The only sane response is to find a cool cave at the top of a mountain and hibernate until November. (Or go to Victoria, Canada, which I did; more on that below.)

[RIDGELINE] Kazunori Hamana in Apartamento

2026-07-12 08:00:00

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Man, it was fun talking with Kazunori Hamana back in January. He’s lived a bizarre life, seemingly one without a roadmap, though I suspect his laid-back, subtly-goatee’d vibes belie a cunning streak. He was welcoming and rough-edged in a disarming way. He lives out in the wilds of Chiba, in an area that feels like it may cease to exist without his presence in ten or fifteen years. Many lives ago, he lived in the wilds of Shibuya, running a select / used-clothing shop called “Blues” out of Ura-Harajuku (back when Ura-Hara was a place you’d catch whispers of on rogue Usenet forums, or in copies of TOKION snatched from Casa Magazines in the West Village, if anywhere; today it is splayed about TikTok like a glazed ham at Old Country Buffet) and driving around in a Ferrari. Now he drives a kei-truck and spends all the money he makes selling his incredible pottery on buying land and old homes on the Chiba coast, setting up artist residencies, creating space for artist communities to take root.

[RODEN] Go Knicks, A Better Goodreads, 'Cheap' Killer Films

2026-06-30 08:00:00

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Go Knicks! Or something like that. What a time to be in NYC. (So everyone tells me.) I watched the last game in the courtyard at a Jane Jacobs–designed co-op in the West Village surrounded by kids and crunchy adults and then wandered in a collective stupor through the streets of New York until about two in the morning bearing witness to decades of repressed joy. A few nights later, Matt Rodbard and I were having dinner in Fort Greene and in walked Spike Lee, looking as happy as any a man could look.

[RIDGELINE] Walking New York POPS

2026-06-18 08:00:00

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Alex Wolfe walks. He walks weird walks and I like weird walks, so when Alex reached out to do a little walk (not a weird one, really, just a little one with a sprinkle of weird), I — of course — said: Sure.

His pitch: “A short walk through privately owned public spaces I mapped through Midtown.” Sounded good to me. Midtown, a word that evokes little more than Sbarro, tourists, Tiffany’s, bad suits, cement, cement, MoMA, cement, and glass walls rising from the pavement. I was up for a revision of my internal mapping.

[RIDGELINE] Speedwalking the Met

2026-06-09 08:00:00

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Just a reminder: Doing a TBOT event at Malaprop’s in Asheville, NC tomorrow night (Wed the 10th of June, 2026). Hope to see you there if you’re local!

And now, on to Ridgeline:


I walk fast, he said and he did, he did walk fast, as fast as I walk when I’m walking one of my big walks carrying a giant pack and trying to knock out forty kilometers before sunset. But we were not knocking out forty kilometers before sunset, we were leaving shoe leather all over the Met, or the Metropolitan Museum of Art, or that place where everyone gathers “in the name of charity” once a year like it’s the Hunger Games. That Met. The Met with the line to get in not because it’s popular (though it is that) but because America loves guns. America loves guns so much that they (society at large?) think people are going to bring them to the Met (or the MoMA or the NYPL or a Broadway show or pretty much any other space that has more than a hundred people in it) and so you have to open your tote as a dispassionate guard barely glances into the darkness. A glance that — were I a betting man — I’d bet misses ten-out-of-ten guns people are trying to smuggle in.

[RIDGELINE] Walking the Brooklyn Bridge

2026-06-01 08:00:00

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Thanks for all the “Yo!“s last week. It looks like transmissions from mailbot2k are getting through. (Let me know if you see any “rendering errors” in your email clients; I think we fixed the Proton Mail issues.) FYI, because the last issue of Roden ended up in many a spam folder, let me also announce here a reading I’m doing next week:

Hope to see you there!