I worked from home today. Continue reading “Working From Home”
A few weeks ago a coworker and I headed back to the office together after an offsite meeting.
His name was Hemingway*, after the writer he said, but his livelihood was in film. The short, thirty second variety – TV Commercials – TVCs or “spots,” as the industry has designated. He was an accomplished but not quite famous freelance director. Continue reading “A Conversation With Hemingway*”
“I like my job.”
Really? You do? Betty….is that you?
I’m surprised too. A month an a half in, I’ve grown somewhat more comfortable with those words.
I like my job. Continue reading “New Business”
So this is a bit late. Who writes a resolutions-themed post in February? Continue reading “Six Years of Very Highbrow Resolutions”
Today marks our two-year anniversary.
I spent the morning on the phone. First with the New York State of Health to set straight some issues about my eligibility for health insurance. Since I was fired, things on that front have gotten a bit complicated. Continue reading “The Terrible Twos Doesn’t Just Affect Toddlers”
I wanted to share how my thesis review went and then realized… in a way, I already did it five years ago. I mentioned here that the actual meeting went well, but only because when you’re sitting in front of the professors, it’s hard for them to say, as was implied in their written comments, “Well, it was just awful.” Continue reading “Déjà Vu: 5 Years Later and I’m Still Not a Writer”
My mother has a boyfriend.
“His name is José,” she says, slowing pulling the car into the parking lot of the golf club in the hills behind our house. We are headed for the driving range. “I wonder if he’ll be there today. He always drives up in his little maintenance cart and goes, ‘Ooooliviaaaaa! Ooooliviaaaa!’ And then he gives me free balls.”
She shrugs, “He just likes me a lot.”
I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in with someone.
– Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City
In Italy, just before sunset on the Manarola coast, Tom and I met a young American woman on her honeymoon. Continue reading “What Does it Mean to be “Cultured?” Are you?”
In high school my friend Victor once told me about running into a classmate during his summer vacation. In Belgium. In a chocolate shop.