If you’ve been here from the beginning you might remember my original major in college was photography. Somewhere between the demise of Bobst Boy’s LiveJournal and my obsession for the surprisingly high quality (though not from Nepal) Pashmina scarves sold in Chinatown, my paved path turned gravelly and merged with anthropology. As …
Friday the 13th. Superstition, generally more fun and not as dangerous as the stereotype — the man in the hoodie, the women in the short skirt, the smart Asian. A great song too. Happy Friday the 13th.
Baltimore native, Poet Adrienne Rich, has died. I have her book, Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law: Poems 1954-1962. It was one of many things given to me by my grandmother — long before she passed. The copy she left me (a collectible) was not read but boxed away for when I …
I’m sitting here contemplating Florida’s law. You know the one that allows any clinically paranoid racist to defend himself against the unarmed black man by pursuing and murdering that man in cold blood. Comprehension regarding this case has yet to reveal itself to me. I sit here thinking Southern Man …
