Buried treasure

Buried treasure
For a pet owner, every morning can be a surprise: the “present” your not-quite-housetrained puppy left by your bedroom door; the mouse you didn’t know was living beneath your floorboards now lovingly carried in your kitten’s mouth. But such surprises are rare when you own hermit crabs. The confines of a crabitat leave little room ...

It’s too early for questions…

As I was walking to work just now, some fellas beckoned me from their car window. “Whalley Ave.?” they shouted, barely slowing long enough for me to respond. But unbeknownst to them, this is a difficult question at the best of times. Whalley is one of those roads that changes names as it winds through ...

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 ...

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 ...