I’m so loved and so lucky.
I face the world aggressively because I know you have my back.
I pick fights because I have the privilege it requires.
December 23, 2012
I’m going to try to start writing a little. Here’s a first try, not sure what my point is, but practice makes perfect they say.
I think everyone sometimes forgets there were hurricanes before Katrina. Which is understandable and pretty legitimate, even though the mention of Andrew usually rattles some vague memory, depending on your age and proximity to Florida in 1990. Three weeks ago Sandy shouldered out even those two massively destructive forces in the limited tropical storm awareness of most Americans, as it is apparently the most costly natural disaster in our history. Being a Floridian for much of my life, however, I have an outsized appreciation of these swirling lime green satellite images and the rhythm of their paths every year.
Yes, I’m from Florida. And yes, I’m writing about hurricanes. But you should understand, I can’t not. They are the annual road trip. They’re the tuna salad sandwiches your mom forced you to take for lunch in 7th grade. They’re your grandma’s beach house you went to every May and the day your brother left to go to college. At once a constant rolling presence under the shape your childhood took and a potent foregrounded flash that would maybe classically be called an epiphany. I think much of this importance is a direct result of their names. The fact that they have them, I mean.
I always forget the name of one of the four 2004 hurricanes, the way you can’t ever get all the seven dwarfs in one try, and usually you’re missing Bashful but sometimes it’s Doc, even though he’s so obvious. I also can’t always remember which caused which power outage or twilight curfew. I mainly remember the general existence of living under thick, humid, and dark days punctuated by deafening rain – Charley, Frances, Ivan, and the other one. Jeanne. I always want to call her Judith, but generally I just refer to her as “the crazy one that left and came back again,” which is what she did. This would possibly be notable enough for me to consistently remember her name if not for the fact that Ivan had already done that earlier in the year, and nobody remembers the copy-cat.
You may notice I share a name with one of the 2004 litter. She was massive, and slow. A true Leviathan that just sat on top of the state for over a week, drowning us. This meant I was blamed for all sorts of problems in headlines daily. My far and away favorite was “Frances’ Long Term Effect on Trees Unknown.” You’re damn right it is! Who knows what sorts of problems I’ve been causing trees for the three decades of my existence?
Back to the issue at hand, though, Frances wasn’t the flashiest of that season and is one of the more easy to forget parts. Charley was the real star – months of power outages in some parts of the state, thousands of downed trees, massive flooding; a tight and strong punch of a storm. Generally hurricanes are cowed by their inexorable trail inland, so neighborhoods around my parents’ house in the middle of the state hadn’t seen damage like this in a long time. But there they were, thousands of dark homes, temperatures inside inching towards 100 degrees, the air stale and thick, and no traffic lights in the entire city.
My parents were visiting family in Texas at the time, but I was supposed to be at a wedding near their home in Orlando. I had planned to drive down from college the night before, but at the last minute my brother talked me out of it on the phone while I sat in my car in the Publix parking lot next to the highway ramp. There were tornadoes spotted between me and my destination; it wasn’t worth it. I drove down in the morning after the worst had passed and only realized there was no power in the house when I tried to iron my dress for this thing. The wedding was miserably hot and dark (no power in the restaurant, after all), but at least the bride had booked a string trio instead of a DJ. And we all had something to talk about instead of sitting awkwardly through a well-lit sit down dinner. I was wrinkled and my hair was wet, but no matter, we were candle-lit anyway.
Several days passed while I sat with my sister-in-law in her house, both of us trying to figure out places we could go with A/C. We spent a lot of time at Border’s. Around 2 in the afternoon we heard a cheer go up from a few places on her street and noticed the blinking oven clock: 12:00…12:00…12:00.
August 29, 2012
Here’s a thing that happened today. And I think it will be first in a series of stuff I chat about with people I know.
February 4, 2012
25. Visit the new wing at the MFA
Ok, well when I wrote that the new wing was the refurbished Art of the Americas wing, not the even newer Contemporary Art wing, so I stuck with my original plan.
So I popped in for a couple hours and tried to use my time wisely in such a large space. I get museum fatigue pretty easily, so I try to pick out specific rooms and objects to spend time with. This was inordinately difficult in this wing, however, because the MFA has neglected to put together any useful publications for finding your way through it. It’s four stories of galleries, with another 4 story annex and the only thing the museum has for you is a list of featured works and where they are. Luckily there were still copies of the Boston Globe special for the opening that included a map of all the galleries and their contents. I don’t know what I’ll do when they run out of those. Anyway, the galleries in general are hung with pieces in context, which I think is a great choice. This is probably influenced by my preference for decorative art.
The strength of this strategy is most on display in multi-medium galleries. The Arts and Crafts movement didn’t just influence one format, it showed itself in ceramics, furniture, glassware, and also fine are forms like painting and sculpture. The small gallery really evokes the atmosphere of the time and synthesizes conversation between the pieces by putting them in a natural arrangement.
If you read The Children’s Book by A.S. Byatt, you’ll recognize the significance of these little red vases. The glaze was based on an old Chinese style and was very difficult to achieve. It’s like somebody just painted them with blood.
During my visit there was a temporary gallery of embroidery, mostly from a family on the North Shore, I think? Skirt panels, stomachers, and bed curtains, all in beautiful vibrant palettes like this one. The work was precise and amazing, and always had a little bit of humor – check out that tiny squirrel up in the tree!
One thing I appreciated about the new interpretation in this wing of the permanent collections was the transparency about gaps in the collection. There is only one small gallery of Latin American works (although the pieces there are some of the most extraordinary in the whole wing – just look at this silver!), but the signage and placards honestly detail the culturally bigoted reasons the museum did not pay much attention in acquiring Spanish and Native art throughout its history, and the efforts they are putting into aggressively collecting in these gaps.
So that was my trip to the museum! More to come…
January 6, 2012
28. Take a trip to Seattle
This was one I was nervous about putting on the list. It seemed big at the time. But I think the lesson I learned is this: if I want to do a big thing, I need to put it on a list.
So in March, I prioritized going to Seattle before I started my internship at YNP. So I flew out, spent some quality time with Juli and Conor (and then got stuck and spent some more quality time watching Top Chef and drinking bottles of Rose). I also bought a car. I explored Seattle a ton. I was there long enough to get a little routine going, and have the guys at the coffee shop recognize me (or at least my headphones). I had a nice time, even while being in limbo and getting homesick. So here are some pictures I took. Unfortunately I don’t think I got a single one with me in it, but I’ll show you Juli at the end.
Outside the Experience Music Project. Personally, the museum was a bit of a bust, except the Battlestar Galactica exhibit. But the building is cool.
Okay, it was a good turkey sandwich, for sure. Not The Best(tm), but good. The stinky cheese, however, was divine (and I’m sure J+C agree, right?)
The Asian Art Museum. It was wonderful.
Camped at Larrabee State Park. Mountains and Ocean, that’s why people love Washington.
Drinking wine on the deck with Juli. Pretty much the best part.
January 2, 2012
Here’s the list I made last year:
In no order:
- Take a trip to Cape Cod (“the cape”)
- Read Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
- Go to the ICA
- Make pizza dough
Quit Harvard Book Store
- Write a short story
- Call my senator(s)
- Take the Roosevelt Island Tramway
- Go to the opera as an adult (haven’t been since I was 10)
- See the Boston Symphony Orchestra
- Write my nephew at least 5 letters
- Go to Franklin Park Zoo
- Go to Forest Hills Cemetery
- See The Graduate
- Finish a sewing project
- See Brokeback Mountain
- Read a presidential biography
- Send a letter to Camille
- Send a letter to Brette
- Go on a sailboat
Read a book by Agatha Christie
- Register in Massachusetts
- Get a Massachusetts ID card
- Go to a local council meeting
- Visit the new wing at the MFA
- Grow an edible plant (excluding herbs)
Fully catalog my books
- Take a trip to Seattle
- Watch Roots
- Build a (good) personal website
Time to update, beginning with:
8. Take the Roosevelt Island Tramway
That’s the tram returning from the island from inside our tram. Here’s another one from inside the tram:
And special thanks to Jerry, who overcame a lot to be with us on that weird little island. And my brother, for looking so cool all the time.
December 28, 2011
Large Hadron Collider at CERN
Lately I’ve been realizing that there are things that I would love to be doing, but I didn’t know that I would love them early enough to actually be doing them. Mainly I’m talking about being a scientist. And right now, at this moment, I think I’ve realized it might have been the fault of AP classes. I failed Chemistry, flat out. After acing AP Bio that was a real shock. Later I crapped out on Physics, even though I loved it. All of that was stupid. I shouldn’t have been in those classes…nobody should have. If I had just gone through grade-appropriate Chemistry and Physics I could have realized that I do have an aptitude for them, and enough interest to make up for lack of immediate mastery. Instead, I was pretty sure I should just major in English. Pfft.
September 13, 2011
Back from Yellowstone, and back to the blergh-o-sphere.
I don’t have enough things in front of me or attention span to actually blog right now, though, so just look at my pictures in the meantime.
I’m going to update my 30by30 in the next few days, watch for it!
July 3, 2011
Come and get’em:
May 23, 2011
I’m stuck in Seattle. It was a mistake made by somebody else, the thing that stranded me here. Not sure when I’ll be heading to the Montana/Wyoming boarder; the FBI will let me know, I suppose.
For now, I’m grateful to be staying with some of the best people I know. Nothing can make you feel good about accidentally living in somebody’s house for 3 weeks, though. Sigh.
Headed up north to go camping for a few days…I think tomorrow, or the next day. I got a few books to keep me company, hopefully it will be dry. I should have some nice pictures to show for it, as well.
Hmph…all this uncertainty is making me homesick.