Back in 2013 I revisited The Great Gatsby for the first time since sophomore year of high school.
The point was to tell the handful of people who read this blog that at twenty-seven, I now had a better grasp of the novel than I did at fifteen. Continue reading “Revisiting some General Resolves à la Jimmy Gatsby”
Today, during a meeting, I looked at my hands and was startled. They looked like hands that belonged to a forty-five old woman who still wore jewelry from her early twenties, before she could afford anything really nice. Continue reading ““Have You Ever Thought About Botox?””
Tom is all about cosiness. And retirement. He works so he can afford to do cosy things both in New York and all around the world. If he were single and on Tinder, I imagine he’d list his interests as “Beer, bitches, and cosiness. In front of a fireplace. Or on a boat.” Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Cosiness”
The summer I turned sixteen, I went to the same film camp as Steven Spielberg’s son. Continue reading “That Time I Went to Film Camp”
Last week, I wrote about Tom’s thoughts on working out. It only makes sense to follow up with Thom’s thoughts on watching other people exercising. Specifically, the players at the U.S. Open. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on the U.S. Open”
Last night, in a bout of writer’s block/what am I doing with my life despair, (after spending the evening complaining to Tom about not writing and then watching two hours of Sci-Fi TV (“The Expanse”), I logged onto the New York Public Library website and downloaded two books to my Kindle: When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi and What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, by Haruki Murakami.
Continue reading “Two great books for when you’re feeling down and useless”
Today is Tom’s 35th birthday, though in practice, Tom is closer to 65. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Turning 35”
When I was 16, I went on a cleaning binge and threw away more than a couple volumes of diaries I’d kept since childhood (a moment of silence please).
I’ve been beating myself up ever since. Continue reading “Flashback Fridays: My First Xanga”
It’s a good a day as any to share the news. And no, I am not engaged. Continue reading “Onward and Upward: A Thank You”
On days I feel especially sorry for myself, I think of Karan. Continue reading “Karan”
VERY HIGHBROW 