Hiding the mess
The dog looks like a sheep, looks like a cow, looks like a pharaoh, we say. He flops over, flopped out on the floor. His toenails catch in the tangles of his ears. We sit and watch, too frozen to groom...
View ArticleWhere have you been?
A brief update: winter came, there were snowstorms, the Q train didn’t run for days, I forgot everything, I spent a period of time flying all over the country interviewing at various graduate schools,...
View ArticleCrimes against women
Feeling a sad fury over gender inequality, sexism, ‘women’s issues.’ The sister of my first (most notorious) boyfriend was murdered last week, alongside her teenaged son. The murderer — her husband —...
View ArticleNew Year’s Day
Fine, I have no more patience for metaphor, I can hardly stand the third person and am finding it increasingly difficult to read anything written by a man. If you’re gonna write from experience, just...
View ArticleComputer as mind
In cognitive science, many work with the model of the mind as a computer; inputs, outputs, it helps simplify things. In my life, sitting in front of computer screens countless hours since my early...
View ArticleVigils and domesticity
February, date uncertain. I am leading multiple lives simultaneously. This one, in which I spend my evenings researching preschools and my weekends with a hand behind my daughter’s back, spotting her...
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