Distract Me

Truth be told, I've been depressed. Just a smidge. I've got that dull film over my eyes that makes everything seem soggier and uglier than usual—nothing to cause alarm, nothing to write home about. Still, I'm not in the mood to skip down the street or anything. I remember I'm maybe-depressed when I have nothing … Continue reading Distract Me

This Year’s Recycled Wisdom: Writing Is Hard

It's so close to the end of the year, I can reach out and touch it. I feel like I should update my About Me—there's something a little giddy about that list, blasé, that doesn't feel like me any longer as I peer ahead into 2008. Also it's out-of-date. A decision to rewrite a certain … Continue reading This Year’s Recycled Wisdom: Writing Is Hard

About My Lack of People Skills and My Propensity to Lose Gloves

I lost my gloves Friday. They were a mismatched pair, gone from my pockets somewhere near Rockefeller Center. One was from this pair, one from another pair entirely. I think it was while at lunch with two people I used to work with—I felt uncomfortable with myself, and this was before I lost the gloves. … Continue reading About My Lack of People Skills and My Propensity to Lose Gloves