The Megasaw
It’s hard to hear the voice inside my own head over the roar of the megasaw, much less the whisper of the earth.
Devs and Our Determined (?) End
Throughout the show, many of the actors deliver their lines with an intentional flatness, and I initially misinterpreted this flatness as both bad acting and a way of communicating a thesis.
Snail Saga, Pt. 3: Snails in the Shadow of COVID-19
There isn’t much I’ve enjoyed more recently than watching Clive—Clive Snails Lewis, to give him his full title—wrap his slimy self around a carrot.
My Best Friend Lives in New York
But I will say that—for me—being confined to my home has sometimes felt liberating in a small and quiet way.
Obligado
In my non-wing hand, I hold my phone, poring over the free PDF I found of 501 Spanish Verbs.
Forced Choice
Your senses never lie. If this feels hard, then it’s hard. It is for all of us.
“Hoink!”: A Legacy
We’ve met faithfully for Thursday Dinner for more than a year now.
The World’s Next Head of State Drag Superstar
And tonight on the runway, category is: pandemic eleganza.
The Aloy Paradox
Humanity: the once and future success story
Reading Post-apocalyptic Fiction during COVID-19
These days, the opening chapters of Emily St. John Mandel’s 2014 novel, Station Eleven, are enough to take your breath away.
