Plus a note about the future of constellations
Hi again. Here’s a poem, by Heather Christle. “Perfect Song” I remember walking through the morning after a night of heavy snow and drink with headphon…
Hi again. Here is a list I’ve been keeping of euphonious words whose definitions I keep having to look up, and the articles where I have recently come …
Hi again. In my senior year of high school, I won an award from the English department. During the award ceremony, my English teacher — a quiet, eccent…
Hi again. (And welcome to all the new people who found me via my ramblings on Jessica Hopper’s emo essay! Cool to have you here.) This past weekend I s…
Hi again. When I was in college I took a course called “Studies In Popular Music: History of Rock,” in a room on the top floor of a very old building. …
Hi again. This is the fifty-second edition of constellations, which means, if I’m doing my math right, that I’ve been writing this newsletter for a yea…
Hi again. "An honorable human relationship — that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word 'love',” Adrienne Rich once wrote, “is a p…
Hi again. When I was in grad school, it started to feel like the walls were closing in. All my classmates seemed to have very particular post-graduatio…
Hi again. Lately participating in my life feels like waking from hibernation. For example: This weekend I noticed the numbers for the exits on the high…
Hi again. In full transparency, this week I planned to write to you about a series of small disappointments in my orbit: namely, these radishes I plant…
Hi again. I hope you are having a nice week. Due to a combination of factors, I have found myself a little creatively zapped this week, but I am still …