Archive for the ‘tomes & scribbling’ Category

~24 hours in NYC~

Friday, December 7th, 2018

Soccer in the Village. Washington Square Park. Waverly Diner. Backside of Ireland House. Old Haunt. Times Square — someone shilling “naked” nuts dressed Botticelli’s Venus in “punk” clothes, then undressed her, pants first. Annual work party, Bowlmor Lanes, Times Square. Ali was all strikes and spares. This Pizza Cake with fireworks also happened.

~house of mirth~

Thursday, August 2nd, 2018

After a lovely lecture, our friend graciously inscribed his book, as just beyond, in Lady Wharton’s garden… the Queen Anne’s Lace blossomed, the jewel beetles got it on (dig that extended leg), and other creatures got up to no good whatsoever…

~morning edit~

Thursday, July 12th, 2018

A bit of scrivening in Mom’s garden, and beneath Mom’s canopy.

~fools of april~

Sunday, April 1st, 2018

24 hours in NYC: a friend’s 50th, another’s housewarming, and Easter/Passover walk in Central Park post Zabar’s matzo ball soup.

~go ask alice~

Wednesday, May 31st, 2017

Psychoactive Amanita muscaria in our front yard. Effects include perceived shift in scale (macropsia/micropsia), and it’s thought to have inspired Charles Dodgson’s caterpillar stool in Alice in Wonderland. ~update~ Two days later, our new neighbor has fully opened and changed color.  

~ rainbowie ~

Tuesday, January 10th, 2017

McSweeney’s Believer Logger published Electric Blue, an essay I wrote one year ago, about Bowie’s life, death, and impromptu NYC memorial. Scroll bars will center below, or go to the source via link above.

~pantoffeln & glück~

Wednesday, November 30th, 2016

We rented a car and had an adventure at the family storage unit on the outskirts of Berlin. Because of our crazy schedule, we had a mere ninety minutes to find the one thing we’s come for: Ali’s mother’s hand-written cookbook. Greeted by a small room-sized crate of boxes, we found it–in nearly the very […]

~sound & vision~

Thursday, November 24th, 2016

Blue, blue, electric blue, that’s the colour of my room. Pilgrimage to 155 Hauptstraße, to the apartment this song was composed in and of. I feel thankful to all artists who’ve been a lifeline, and in particular to the ghost Bowie still inside, wondering and waiting for the gift of sound and vision. For the Iggy […]

~late night, SoHo~

Thursday, October 27th, 2016

First meeting with agent, last meeting with favorite library. Change!

~solstice moonrise~

Monday, June 20th, 2016
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