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 ...

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 ...

Hey, old friend, what d’ya say, old friend?

Last night/this morning, I hung out with my best friends from high school. Amazing. It’s awesome how some friends you can connect with immediately after years, even if you’ve barely kept in touch. The old jokes, the old scenes we reminisced about. It’s a good example of how a genuine connection between two people (in ...