A Toast to “Things”
Here’s to people and their things. Here’s to not liking sports and to nose piercings, to back tattoos and bro tanks, to longboards, to reading the newspaper each morning with a cup of coffee.
I Wish I Had Said Something
He’s just one guy, he won’t be around forever, and he’ll probably never run into a black person for the rest of his life. No harm, no foul, right?
Later Than Expected, but Right on Time
The repetitions of my life—days, stories, conversations, sounds, meals, images, kisses, hugs, dreams—are like interlocking houndsteeth, but somehow unbound by form, unbridled by geometry.
Common Scents
Cutting open a Bisquick bag will always smell of thin Duke University t-shirts, thoughtful eyebrows, and hour-long explanations of the electoral college.
“Natural History Psychedelia”: Alexis Rockman’s “Great Lakes Cycle”
These works are about as subtle as a trainwreck, but they are surprisingly fun, despite their depressingly urgent call to take environmental responsibility.
A Body Kind of Knowing
Grasp, carry, touch, step, tug, swallow.
Them’s the Beans
There are also in-game currencies and prizes, but the real celebration is that “Chicken Dinner,” which, I cannot stress enough, bears no resemblance to any kind of meal.
Looking At, Shooting At, and the Weirdness of Annihilation
We’re used to standing apart from the places we occupy, fillers and subduers of the earth that we are.
Falling Calendars
To believe in something other than what is materially in front of you is awkward. It likely means that what you expect tomorrow is impossible today.
How I Accidentally Became a Woooo! Girl
But one day at work, I was proofing an email and realized I sounded really excited about a new art exhibition. Too excited.
