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My value has always been in my work and my altruism. When successful, my work. When unsuccessful, my altruism. In the pandemic, when work wa...

A year and a couple days ago I wrote a post on Indoor Voices about having lived through a COVID outbreak in China , recognizing that I had a...

  1. My little flâneur, this time comes for everyone in the City, sooner or later. You give your orchids to Michiko, your spare set of cockt...

1. Even you, my little flâneur, need to get out of the city sometimes, no matter how much you love it. Take the 憧れ line to norther...

This morning, while eating pickles for breakfast and reading the pretty good New Yorker profile of Phoebe Bridgers, a subtweet came to me...

The pandemic has mangled my ability to think. My brain’s mostly written off the idea of producing coherent strings of thought. I...

1. The true flâneur loves encyclopaedias-- for how could this not be so, when they traverse, in short strolls, the city of mind so con...

We murdered the unborn baby can of black beans. Here's everything I made in one week.

In an ordinary week, I might pass the building-wrapped-in-a-sheet-that-looks-like-a-building here in Cambridge once or twice—a ...

I’ve become newly preoccupied by certain fantasies, a doable substitute for other people. A vision as I’m pouring water for tea: lying on t...

Johannes Vermeer, Woman With a Pearl Necklace , ca. 1662-1665, oil on canvas   So far the highlight of my week has been jumping rope, ju...

I’ve been learning Buddy Holly songs on guitar in quarantine. Learning how to make my Fender twang, which doesn’t really fit the rest o...

Agnes Martin, Buds, ca. 1959, oil on canvas I knew we lived over the tracks but I didn’t know how over the tracks we were until I crawl...

for r. a. p. 1. I'm doing it just this once our of respect for the good coffee. That was always a lie, my little flâneur. Just ...

Done well, a concept album, or series of albums, are a type of art nothing else quite reaches. You can’t just read the lyrics; to get the...

A window in my apartment is broken. The one at the foot of my bed, responsible for the harsh rays of 6 a.m. sunlight that lights my sleeping...

Gigi Hadid is pregnant and I have gone around (figuratively, via text) and told everyone I know. The news came at the same time that t...

My mother's acquaintances are not keeping it a secret that they believe New York deserves to crumble from a plague—because of the dirty...

Yesterday I tried to fix my dishwasher and it wasn’t a metaphor. It was just a dishwasher that no longer drained that I decided to fi...

There's no reason why Animal Crossing: New Horizons had to be so delightful. Nintendo could've half-assed it or even one-quarter-as...