Our good friend Tim came to visit. We had a packed weekend that somehow managed to include some downtime on our couch and four episodes of American Horror Story, before it jumped the shark. It was fantastic. It also gave…
As a student body, we’ve been thinking a lot about timing. Why? Because every residency, we have something along the order of five readings. That’s five nights during which students spend another hour or so listening to valued fellow students…
I saw someone very special the other day. It was someone I only see once every six or seven years, apparently. She is lovely and it never seems like any time has gone by when we do see each other,…
The LA Review has my essay, “Communiques to Mr. Lee Child,” up on its web site. Go look here, and see what I think of his character, Jack Reacher, and why I love Mr. Child’s work. And okay, maybe what…
I took half of Friday to recharge my batteries and see The Met’s annual collaboration with The Costume Institute, called “Impossible Conversations: Schiaparelli and Prada.” A little background: Elsa Schiaparelli was a designer whose heyday was during the 1930s-60s. She…
We were watching Objectified the other night. It’s a documentary about the everyday things we use in life, and the future of design. I really enjoyed it, in part for its focus on quotidian items and the thought that goes into them….
Heh. SPOILER AHEAD. …Sometimes, marketing goes terribly awry. Still, the nail colors sported by those peeps in the Capitol sure were sparkly.
So. Paula Stanton, who made my wedding dress, also made this recently. I saw it and wanted to Pinterest it, but Pinterest is being cranky and won’t let me. So I’m posting it here. So I can pin it. So…
I have an incredible backlog of posts to write, but I’m at SeaTac now, and my brain is still buzzing buzzing with ideas and MFA stuff. I’m waiting for my usual lovely 11:36 PM flight to Dulles and then home…
Well, not really. It’s just that this week has been alarmingly stressful. Between the jetlag (an average of four hours of sleep a night does not make for a happy girl), a burgeoning cold, very little exercise, and one very…
