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I was having a bad Saturday, and I couldn’t pinpoint why. A dream about an ex that lingered all day? A hubristic attempt at a knitting project well above my skill level? Yet another atmospheric river drowning my hopes for a Nor-Cal hike?
Whatever the reason, I decided to self-soothe with a TV binge. Creamerie is (currently) one short, six-episode season of speculative fiction, released in 2021.… read more.
Annie Hamilton is not for everyone. I realized this while watching the video she recently released of her live performance, Looking For Papa. The show had a sold-out run at the Jane Hotel in New York last spring, but I can only imagine the atmosphere of really being there. Instead, I air-played the Vimeo upload of Annie’s favorite performance of the run to the TV in my west-coast living room.… read more.
The first time I read We Play Ourselves by Jen Silverman – all in one day after a gloomy, rainy week of reading Russian literature for no real reason – I cried so hard I gave myself a migraine. “I’m sorry,” said a friend when I told them this. “No,” I had to correct them, “that’s a good thing.”
The book wasn’t what I expected after many months of admiring it on my nightstand.… read more.