Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson
I sat under this tree and read for a good portion of the afternoon yesterday. It was warm but not hot and I had some green tea and made my way through French Milk, cover to cover, in one sitting. It...
“It is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences… but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives h...
I’ve been reading Rian Johnson’s treatment/novella for Brick and one of the best parts are these great illustrations by Naeim Khavari. I loved this one of Laura in particular.
When I woke up this morning, I felt really happy. There was sun coming in through the window behind my bed and I couldn’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t be happy- it’s Friday, friends are in to...
THREAD, the script anthology I co-created and edited in college, is five years old!
I have a pretty focused list of things I’m trying to improve about myself and at the top is my relationship with my work. In playwriting, the writing part is only about 25% of the battle (next comes...
Adieu Mon Coeur; Sans Fusils, Ni Souliers, A Paris: Martha Wainwright’s Piaf Record
Four Tet, Antony guest on new Laurie Anderson album
I’ve had two important conversations this week- one that confirmed what I’m growing towards and then last night one that fully affirmed where I’ve come from. In certain respects, I often feel like I...
Last Friday I waited for the bus in an area of New York that could only be described as fleshy- lots of inexplicably bare midriffs, doughy chins, protruding breasts, etc. At first it was sort of mesm...
There are two homes of which I’m particularly sentimental. One is an old, three-story house on Pennsylvania Avenue in Kansas City with hardwood floors and a former life as a home for wayward boys. ...
Saturday, at my grandmother’s house.
Sunning myself, eating cake, watching past seasons of Mad Men. I love getting out of New York.
Today at 2:00 it was hot. Not warm or breezy but actually hot, especially in the sunshine which seemed to be bleeding onto every possible stretch of sidewalk. I walked down towards 18th for lunch an...
Things I never tire of: 1. Peter Beard’s diaries. 2. Peter Beard’s photographs. 3. Peter Beard’s playboy past.
I love any place where I’m welcomed with a big kiss.
I’ve been working the past couple days on finalizing the program for Laurie Anderson’s performances of Songs for A.E. in Basel and Rotterdam this week. Songs for A.E. is a series of orchestrated pie...
Outside it smelled like pine needles and sunscreen and I wandered around the Union Square farmers market wishing I hadn’t worn a coat. People kept staring up at the sun like they couldn’t believe it...
“Of course it is a pity that so much of all creative work is so closely related to the personality of the one who does it. It is sad and embarrassing and unattractive that those emotions that stir h...
I couldn’t fall asleep last night. This happens to me so rarely that I never know how to handle it- I end up staring at the ceiling instead of just getting up and reading or writing or whatevering. ...
Yesterday around 1:30, I stood on the corner waiting for a cab. The rain was angry and intrusive and the sides of the streets were lined with fat puddles and broken umbrellas. Meggie’s apartment wa...
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