When you’re a kid, you take people–particularly your relatives–as they appear to you. I remember my grandmother Louise with great fondness and a little amusement: a beautifully turned out woman with gray hair and a mink stole (it was the … Continue reading
‘Tis the season, and because it is, I saw three different versions of A Christmas Carol last week (and completed my annual re-read of the book as well). The first was a stage production done by San Francisco’s A.C.T. Conservatory. … Continue reading
Back in October, I realized that I had a whole book done. I had avoided realizing this for a while because my deep intuition was that it was a sprawling mess, and I didn’t want to show it to anyone … Continue reading
The TV I watched when I was a kid was all the stuff that the Children’s Television Workshop was designed to combat: cartoon violence, constant advertisement, a totally un-diverse reality–ethnically and economically. And I turned out okay, right? I still … Continue reading
Also punctuation. The Little Red School House–the school I went to as a kid–was one of the earliest progressive schools–possibly the first in New York City, where I grew up. The emphasis was on learning by doing and experimentation, and … Continue reading
I am, by nature, a dive-in-and-figure-it-out sort of technology user. This may come from my early days as a computer user, when my then room-mate and sometime business partner dropped a box on my desk and said “we’re doing a … Continue reading
Real Ingredients. I can’t even. What does that mean? Very specifically, it means nothing. It is meant to evoke authenticity: ingredients you are familiar with, so that you feel what you’re buying or eating is healthier, more mindful, more authentic, … Continue reading
That’s from a sign (actually, a lot of signs) I saw last Friday. Partly out of necessity, my place of employment was closed in support of the Climate Strike. The necessity came from the fact that, as the museum is … Continue reading
I watched a lot of cartoons as a young person. Like, a lot. In New York City, where I grew up, we rejoiced in the–at the time–enormous selection of 7 TV channels (including the educational channel), and by 5 o’clock … Continue reading
I had meant to write more about Ireland and Dublin (as if you haven’t already heard enough, but I’m still processing), but I was going through my trip photos and stopped at this one, taken through the window of my … Continue reading
