In Denis Johnson’s story Beverly Home there’s a description of a man in a wheelchair; his body is wracked with spasms and he spends his days drooling and staring into space. The narrator tells us “No more pretending for him! He was completely and openly a mess. Meanwhile the rest of us go on trying...
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My brother’s family shoot just happened to coincide with his 37th birthday. He groaned when I asked him how old he was going to be. As if it were unbearable. As if he forgot that I am FIVE years older than him. I’m photoshopping his head onto Seth Rogan’s body and posting it to Facebook....
There’s a bit of multiple personality going on across all of my business materials right now — I recently got a new logo, and while I’ve applied it in some places, it’s been too darn hot to make the entire transition, so for those of you with eagle eyes who are noticing the artistic schizophrenia,...
When Matt and I first moved to San Francisco back in 1997, one of our biggest incentives was that we were untethered; no kids, nothing so significant in our lives in Boston that we couldn’t just up and leave whenever we wanted. Free to roam, etc. etc. Times were good in our industry on the...
Our annual Mother’s Day sojourn to Codman Farms. We’re thinking of getting our own cow…
