More excited about TALES NYC premiere or the Metrograph’s giant candy enclave?? Let’s say: both.
Netflix, June 7, check us out.
One of the few times that we have willingly ventured into Times Square on a Saturday afternoon. But we had good reason…
I have known this woman for 2/3 of our lifetimes, and by now I can always predict how she will react when olive oil cake is on offer. The fact that her little sister responds the same way = THE SCIENCE OF GENETICS / also olive oil cake is good.
Yes we’re pulling tarot cards at the bar / no we have no shame / jury is out re: Are We Shamans.
My new favorite feature of the West side. From Anne Carson opera to Boots Riley lecture, with a McNally-Jackson outpost across from the bar – you had me at hello.
Boots Riley with Jelani Cobb
Pee samples or spill-safe Pinot Grigio?
2 of these people just showed up for the 11pm ice cream run
There is a magical land in the middle of NYC that is a labyrinth of apartments lived in entirely by ARTISTS. Painters, dancers, writers, you name it, they are doing it, and some of them have been doing it since the 60s and 70s.
Last Thursday, I was invited to participate in the World Voices Festival at Westbeth Artists Housing. Audiences received a map and could wander from apartment to apartment, listening to readings (and checking out how other people live, which is an intensely New York past-time.) I read from The Island Dwellers in Samantha and Stephen Hall’s gorgeous living room, surrounded by Stephen’s paintings. Stephen and Samantha were the consummate hosts, as were their two cats, Tank and Trevor. Trevor helped with mood lighting by unplugging a lamp during the second round of readings. Thank you for your lighting design expertise, Trevor Hall.
One of my favorite paintings by Stephen Hall
(…ten Highsmith novels later.)
It’s possible that nothing will ever be as cool to me as this Japanese translation of my story “White People” in Shinchosha (excerpted from The Island Dwellers.) Look below for how Japanese handles the word “mansplaining”…