Wednesday, April 15, 2015


A few from our incredible Easter in Provincetown. The Cape was un-thawing and we spent the weekend adventuring, playing, and enjoying the best food and company. We got a couple of sunny days, which were perfect for sandcastle making, wading in the (still frigid!) water, and napping on the dunes. I shook the last bit of sand out of my boot yesterday, alas. Now to savor these memories and visualize the sea breeze while I get through the last very busy weeks of the semester.

Thursday, March 05, 2015

Rock and Roll

Last week: Sleater-Kinney at Terminal 5.

I don't really love live music. In middle school through college, I was a big fan of several bands/artists and the thought of seeing them live was a huge thrill. These days, however, my inner granny takes over and I get tired and impatient just thinking about the hassles associated with going to shows: They start so late! They're so loud! Will there be adequate seating? Assigned seating? My feet get tired of standing on hard concrete for too long. The thought of constantly bumped into and pushed by people sloshing beer everywhere and waiting in long lines to go to the bathroom is often enough to deter me from going. But J really likes Sleater-Kinney, and they remind me of my growing up years in North Idaho in the 1990s, where my tastes and the music culture that I had access to were sort of adjacent to the Pacific Northwest music scene. So we went, and it was great! The opener (Lizzo) was a delight, and J scoped out the venue ahead of time and found us a very nice standing spot. I was still jostled quite a bit and it was a late night (and a weeknight, no less) but it was a very nice time. I always grumble about that kind of thing and more often than not, end up leaving saying "that was fun...we should do this more often!" So there is hope for me yet, I think. Their new record is very good, and as the otherwise noncommittal Times review suggested, it was really nice that it was a living, breathing, ongoing thing rather than a reunion tour. 

Sunday, March 01, 2015

In Like a Lion (2015 Edition)

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This morning I was pretty optimistic that spring was on its way. I chose to ignore the forecast, which unfortunately was totally accurate. The trains into/out of Queens were all messed up this weekend, so we braved a series of crowded buses and transfers to get to the Cooper-Hewitt on the Upper East Side. It recently reopened and is such a wonderful place. There is a great interactive that lets visitors browse examples from their wallpaper collection and then design their own (which is projected up onto the walls in real time). We all got a kick out of it. After walking around the museum, we had a little snack in the cafe, at which time snowflakes began coming down in earnest. By the time we'd reversed our journey (buses and transfers, etc.) it was a full-on snowstorm. This winter surely feels like a long one. 

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Party Prep

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Last weekend we hosted a baby shower for some of J's close friends. They came to town for a visit and we all surprised them. The get together stretched on all day--the kind of party where everyone lingers and no one can think of a reason to leave. It was so cold outside and it felt perfect to just stay put for many hours. As the party got going, it began to snow pretty heavily outside, which added to the charm.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Thursday Night Shadow Show

On Thursday night we paid our dear friends Emile and co. a visit, and boy, am I glad we did. I was in a slump because of my rogue back muscle, which made it hard to sit, to stand, to work all day, and the weather was cold. But we hadn't seen Emile or X or the little ladies in a long time and it is always so great to spend time with them. It was a great evening of catching up and playing and it culminated in a series of tremendous shadow shows (I guess that is what they have been doing in the evenings lately...a perfect February tradition). The kids took turns (insofar as a 2 year old takes turns) moving the puppets and narrating the shows, and it was a delight all around. Most stories revolved around a busy lady, a sleepwalker, a butler, and a robber. I tried to make the moon into a bit more of an active character. There is so much that can be done with a few puppets making crisp (or hazy) shadows on a sheet.

Friday, February 13, 2015


(Beautiful snow flurries on the train platform last weekend on our way to the Brooklyn Museum).
It seemed like the unrelenting February weather had everyone kind of down in the dumps this week. I tried to keep my cool, keep my head down and get through the work week, mumbling lame platitudes toward my colleagues in the corridors like "spring is just around the bend!" It's a statement (and a sentiment) that I firmly believe, but it's kind of an empty thing to say. I am shocked (and ashamed) that I've become the kind of person who resorts to talking about the weather so much. The other thing is that I've got this mutinous back muscle that, once or twice a year, goes berserk with no apparent explanation, so in addition to the cold, I've been stooped over (and somewhat in agony) all week, hobbling about and wincing every time I get up. But the weekend is here, so I'm going to give this tangle of strained tendons a breather and hang out at home.
Yeti and Moon Man Tiles and Dog at Work

Wednesday, February 04, 2015


EnvelopeLast week I got a refund check from the electricity company from last year. Seems they'd averaged too high and I'd overpaid by just a little bit. Since my account is closed (as I'd moved from that little apartment in central PA), they refunded the difference. I thought the pattern on the security envelope was really lovely, so I scanned it and here it is. This year the utility situation is much more grim. Electric heat in a small but poorly insulated apartment. I may as well be burning dollar bills to keep warm--ugh.