Stuff I did (and stopped doing) in 2021 (January 3, 2022)
My 2021 was less about accomplishment than revision. Most of it was good, and none of it was easy.
Pleasant thoughts about Spider-Man (January 15, 2021)
I bought some groceries, and I thought about Spider-Man.
Two New York diary entries (December 27, 2020)
Brief encounters with Aspects of the City.
“Soft green hills straddling the convergence of creeks” (August 16, 2020)
I love this wonderful NYT feature about Freshkills park on Staten Island, written by Robert Sullivan and beautifully illustrated with Jade Doskow’s photogrpahs.
Annihilation, an excellent but overlong music video (June 28, 2020)
I enjoyed this music-video adaptation of Jeff VanderMeer's horror trilogy, though it makes the mistake of stretching itself across a feature film's running length.
Narrascope! and an IndieWeb meetup, both this month (May 12, 2020)
This month holds two free online events I’m involved with: a full-sized, week-long conference about narrative games, and a short and humble meetup about the independent web.
Masks are clothes now, and we should all wear them (April 12, 2020)
Despite offering minimal protection, masks' role as a unifying social signal has made them a requisite article of clothing during the pandemic.
Dispatch from locked-down New York, March 2020 (March 28, 2020)
Pausing to acknowledge and describe my arguably precarious situation before I go off ranting about the internet again.
I subscribed to The New York Times’s weekend print edition (December 7, 2019)
A chance encounter with my new home city's sunday paper has me reconsider the way that I approach the news in general, and this newspaper specifically.
Thank you, Boston, and everyone (November 28, 2019)
A thank-you note to all my New England friends who have made possible all the joy I have felt over the last 20 years.
I read Going into Town (November 4, 2019)
I took both delight and great comfort from Roz Chast's newcomer-oriented guide to New York City.
My 9/11 memories (September 11, 2019)
Bits and pieces of a confused day.