Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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Sleep never sleeps
Dreamed my parents were getting divorced. I’d be asking my momma why, and she would turn into my wife. The conscious mind deals with what is in front of you, the unconscious processes what has…
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The dog ate my bookmarks
It’s been years (or is it weeks?) since something odd, implausible, and inexplicable happened to one or more of my Apple computers that doesn’t happen to anyone else’s. You know you want to hear this.…
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Only in dreams
I dreamed about you again last night. I guess it will pass.
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Crowdsourcing Dickens
As an experiment in new new media thinking, I recently crowdsourced a new new literature version of Charles Dickens’s musty old old old lit chestnut, Great Expectations—the familiar tale of Pip, Ms Havisham, the convict…
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The First Time
A friend’s young son had just used the toilet and wiped himself for the first time. She congratulated him on being a big boy. To which he replied: “Mother. Surely you don’t expect me to…
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Quack
I dreamed that my friend R__ turned into a giant, invisible duck. His only hope lay with a mystical lady doctor. While she worked on a magical cure, he stayed hidden in a small safe…
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Sicker
It’s hard to listen to this recording and realize it came from a human throat.
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How sick?
How sick am I today? This sick.
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Posthumous Hosting and Digital Culture
THE DEATHS of Leslie Harpold and Brad Graham, in addition to being tragic and horrible and sad, have highlighted the questionable long-term viability of blogs, personal sites, and web magazines as legitimate artistic and literary…
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Lost in Space
Jeffrey Zeldman onstage at Galapagos Art Space, Brooklyn, New York. Photo by Onno de Jong from last night’s AIGA/NY talk and birthday celebration, curated by Jason Santa Maria.
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Change
The change you experienced last night at midnight is available to you every moment of every day. Dan Benjamin,1 January 2010
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Ten years ago tonight
Ten years ago, my girlfriend flew home to celebrate new year’s eve in San Francisco, but I had to stay in New York to work, so we spent the turn of the millennium apart. A…
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Heart trouble
My marriage resulted in a daughter, Ava, and a dog, Emile. My daughter, thank God, is fine. But Emile has become ill, first with pneumonia, which he survived, and now with pulmonary hypertension, which is…
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Someone could write a study on how moving and changes in marital status can cause a domain to lapse, and that someone could be me.
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Pride
I am sad that my five-year-old wrote on our door in permanent marker. She knows better. I’m proud that she is learning to write. And that she chose to write these two words—her name and…