Chris Black

Chris Black lives with his wife in Los Angeles. He is a former associate editor at Black Clock and wrote feature articles on rubber duck races, birds of prey, and other mountain topics for The Vail Trail weekly.
The Weather

On Behalf of Amphibians Everywhere

After reading the letter Patrick Benjamin received recently, I was reminded of something unusual I found in my mailbox a few months ago. I’m not sure how this “environmental organization” got my address. The only thing…

The Weather

Tenant

Maybe because it was to me a new city, and to everyone a compact, tight city where energies seemed to stretch and coalesce between people through small, restricted spaces stacked one on top of another, but…

Love and Sensitivity

On Physical Attraction

My girlfriend Lex and I recently took a trip to Amsterdam to visit my sister, who is working there for an international real-estate firm. On our first day, my sister and Lex started talking about their…

The Weather

The Time Machine

Last week I took a place among the pews at St. Bavo’s cathedral in Harlem, in the Netherlands, and listened to the production of a 20-piece clarinet choir, and as the range of instruments from piccolo…

The Weather

Migrate!

Since moving to LA last fall and becoming one with the highways, on their shoulders I have seen a dead skunk, at least a couple dead possums and something I think was, at one time, a dog. But…

Love and Sensitivity

I Got a Woman

Sometimes I call my woman, “Woman.” Sometimes her girlfriends call her, “Girl,” but she is not a girl. She is a woman. Only sometimes do I quote Billy Madison and say, “Don’t tell me my business,…

Pop Culture

Tim Tebow

Don’t think just because I’m a lifelong Broncos fan I was one of those people chanting “Tebow” at the beginning of the 2011–2012 NFL season. I didn’t (and don’t) want him as our starting quarterback. But I…

The Weather

Gust v. Ghost

During my first winter in Los Angeles there have been two particularly windy days; days when the wind was enough to knock dead palm fronds from the trees lining my Echo Park street. The first was…