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I had never been to Portland, OR! What a gorgeous place. I see why it's called the City of Roses. Enjoyed Mt. Tabor park immensely. I didn't get enough in five days, I can tell you that. But I can recommend Ground Kontrol, Bollywood Theater (restaurant), Rogue Brewery and Taqueria Los Gorditos. What a literary… Continue reading The Dream of the 90s is Alive in Portland
95% of the time, I am creeped out by Google Timeline.But then there's that 5%, when I can see that on my first day in Portland I walked nine miles without realizing it.And when I see my Amtrak trip represented like this: That train ride is a huge check off my bucket list. Here is… Continue reading Coast Starlight
Thea had often seen the desert sunrise, a lighthearted affair, where the sun springs out of bed and the world is golden in an instant. -- Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark My dream for this trip was to listen to the audiobook of The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather while sitting… Continue reading The Song of the Lark
I had the incredible fortune to see the works, "Farmhouse/Whorehouse" and "Poorly Watched Girls," by Suzanne Bocanegra at the Fabric Workshop and Museum in Philadelphia in October. In the final days of these exhibits on display there, Bocanegra gave an "artist's lecture" ... while she was off in the dark on the edge of the… Continue reading My Project
59. That is the number of for-pleasure books I read this year. More than ever I feel myself fighting to carve out time to read deeply and intentionally. I finished grad school this semester. For more than half the year I had a commute that kept me in the car 10+ hours a week. I… Continue reading What I Read in 2018
Private vehicle ownership is not working out for me. I have never been able to afford a new car, but the used ones I can buy outright fall apart and the repairs are expensive. I'm taking an indefinite break from my car. I feel lucky I can get to work with public transit, though it… Continue reading The Public
Pretty sure it's been raining in New Jersey since I returned from Arizona. I miss the bright colors and endless blue skies. Kehinde Wiley, Jean-Michel Basquiat and Mickalene Thomas at the Tucson Museum of Art I was impressed by how much hometown pride I encountered in Tuscon. Artisans and entrepreneurs seemed to be… Continue reading I believe it is pronounced Tuck-sin.
