The art of losing

The art of losing
Ever since leaving my jacket, I’ve been thinking about lost things, and my ruminations on the subject will likely appear as entries around here sooner or later. Such thinking has reminded me also of that great duchess of lost things, Elizabeth Bishop—or more precisely, of Dear Elizabeth, Sara Ruhl’s recent theatrical account of Bishop’s relationship ...

Two years of happily ever after

Two years of happily ever after
On this day in June, 2011, I had the good fortune to marry the ever-amazing love of my life. And I am all the happier because of it.

Lost things mixed tape, side b

Lost things mixed tape, side b
I’m losing my mind. I wake up tired even though I’ve slept for eight hours. I have trouble focusing. Depression? Allergies? Too much TV? Either way, I’ve done it again: I left my lunch on the train. A lunch is replaceable (hey look, I found another lunch lying here in the hands of the employee ...

A five, six, seven, eight!

A five, six, seven, eight!
Back when I was serious about the piano, I’d walk to the practice room weighed down only by a pressure to succeed and a bundle of music: something modern, something baroque, a hymnal for sight reading practice, finger exercises, etc. For each piece, my professor and I created a goal to accomplish by the next ...

A week of failures (5/24)

A week of failures (5/24)
Perhaps it’s spring, or maybe just that I’m a little bit of the nutty professor type. Am I in too much of a hurry, too stressed? Not getting enough sleep? Whatever the reason, this week has been a series of failures, culminating today in leaving my lunch on the train… or so I thought. It ...

Lost in the ether

Lost in the ether
Two weeks ago, I lost my coat. The event, arriving as it did amid various other stressors, was at once frustrating and galvanizing: Though I was angry—at myself, at the experience—I sat down that night and wrote a post about it. But where is that post? It hasn’t appeared, you say, and in fact the ...