I know enough Spanish that it shouldn’t have taken all that idle looking through the windows to realize that the store below the subway platform sells its chickens, roosters, guinea pigs, and goats live. But there they were in cages just inside the door, fluffy chickens just hanging out in a storefront in Inwood. Vivero. Of course. I don’t fault myself, though, even in New York, for...
Post-school reading so far: Gulp Tiny Beautiful Things Girls in White Dresses about half of This Is Running For Your Life I’ve still got three or four more library books waiting for me, plus Blueprints for Building Better Girls, but I’m willing to keep growing that pile. What else should I read?
While much of the Eastern seaboard is getting... →
amnhnyc: While much of the Eastern seaboard is getting prepared for the coming of the 17-year periodical cicadas, Manhattanites may miss the show. (These cicadas have virtually never been recorded on this urban island.) I did not know this. I love this. I love you, AMNH.
Grab some PoMo Ears: Listening to Kahane at... →
Can’t express enough, especially from MSP, an hour delayed headed home, how much I appreciate this thoughtfulness.
For fuck’s sake, I need a better reply to a stranger’s sleazy “Hey” (or “Damn”) than a pissed-off “What.”
I no longer stare at the “calories burned” display on the elliptical, but how...– This Trendy “Strong is the New Skinny” Thing (and what it could mean for the next generation of girls) | Sophieologie PREACH. (via jennirl) Lifting weights is what, after so many years, got me to start loving exercise. This mindset works anywhere - I run to be able to run farther, to make my puny...
How Are We To Listen To Contemporary Classical... →
He’s put out two albums of beautiful, lush, interesting songs, simultaneously catchy and complicated. The only way I know to explain it is by analogy to books—on the spectrum from literary to commercial, Gabriel’s songs are way at the literary end. The fact that I don’t know that musical equivalent, that I’m not sufficiently versed in the context, the terminology, really the field as a whole,...
On an MFA
I was very afraid, when I decided to get an MFA in creative writing, of what the internet would think. Or of what the internet thought, because what the internet thought, my reading had shown, was that MFAs are bullshit. That MFAs are a waste of money, that they are elitist, that they churn out generations of over-workshopped automota who expect success to arrive on a silver platter the day after...
I just had a catch-up meeting with my workshop professor from the fall. When he said “Congratulations” I got choked up. Here we go.
Connick squirmed in his front-row seat during the “Then” performances. I haven’t...– Harry Connick, Jr. tried to teach American Idol how to sing with nuance. It didn’t go well. (via turnabout)