If you’re like me, you’re trying to survive the gentle, slow reopening of the world with patience, loving-kindness, and a renewed sense of self.
I’m trying to survive this confusing time (looking at you, CDC) by going violently overboard with plans, constantly questioning my decisions, and gleefully throwing all the lessons learned during quarantine out the window. #vaxxgirlcity
I sincerely hope you’re faring much better.
However, if you’re maybe like me in other — perhaps a tad more productive? — ways, you’ve been trying to understand more about the world. …
So how do you greet someone this year? How do you start an email, a conversation, a Zoom call? A “hello, how are you?” A “hope you’re doing well?” Maybe just a simple nod and a resigned sigh?
Everything seems like it falls short. Everything seems too contrived.
All this to say, I’m not sure what the right way to start this article is, so I will just say I hope you slept 6–8 hours today, were able to drink at least 5 glasses of water (4 is acceptable), and are someplace warm at the moment.
So right then. What…
Here are a few things you should know about me: I obsessively read A.V. Club reviews. I will most likely try to glean your Twin Peaks knowledge within the first hour of idle chit-chat. And before I became the proud purveyor of The Criterion Channel, I was simply not watching enough Czechoslovakian content.
Hey New Yorkers! Let’s talk about your favorite thing in the whole wide world!
Yes, that ancient locomotive that somehow manages to move millions of residents of NYC from one place to another without totally giving up midway. What a champ, folks.
But let’s not address its mind-boggling disruptions.
Or its Olympic-level delays.
Or even its vast range of confusing smells.
Let’s, instead, talk about its future.
Specifically, its bold attempt at rethinking commute, modernizing transit, and increasing accessibility.
Let’s talk contactless, y’all.
Did you know Boston’s CharlieCard is inspired by the folk song character Charlie riding the…
Hi, I’m an adult and I really like bedtime stories. Here’s why.
Last night I drifted off to sleep while listening to gale warnings and ocean currents like I’m a Scottish sailor from 1882. And today, my bedtime routine will include the whistling s’s and the brooding Texas twang of actor Matthew McConaughey as he patiently explains the wonders of the world to me for 35 minutes.
Ah millennials. We’re a spoiled bunch.
But we are also a very stressed bunch.
Be it the tumultuous political climate or the responsibilities that come with being the pilot generation of social media…
It was a glorious time. I was barely of my twenties. I had just moved to New York. I was Instagramming the bridge (we know which one) on the daily and swinging around subway poles with great, misplaced adoration.
But I was also new to a life of rent, wash and fold services, and general survival on one’s own (laughable) first income. What my many, many #lifeinnyc posts didn’t show to others at the time was that I was probably straight-up collapsing into poverty. …
Stories. I inhale them, I internalize them. I add to them, I subtract from them. I transform them and create them anew until they almost feel as tangible as the texture of fabric against my skin, as easy as shifting silk between my fingers.
Point is. I love stories, y’all
As a child, I was reading one book a week. It wasn’t enough, so I graduated to 2 books a week as a young teen. That, finally, felt like the right fit.
Then, the golden age of television happened.
Words on a page were quickly abandoned for accessible, plentiful, visually…
Product person by day, pop culture obsessive by night.