It is nice today and all of the windows in our apartment are open. There are lines of laundry strung out between buildings, pigeons that fly too close to windows, stray cats, two kids playing soccer, a man directly below me doing tai chi in the sun, next door the neighbor tills a small garden […]
Author: anne
I ride words and I write bikes. I mean...
Day 7: lockdown
I called the yarn store in Greenpoint to see if they’re open on this last day that non-essential businesses can be open. They are. I’m going. And if when I get there I find that there is a run on yarn I’m going to be PISSED BECAUSE I KNOW Y’ALL DIDN’T START KNITTING SINCE YESTERDAY […]
Day 4 adventures in quarantine: urban foraging and navigating the American welfare system
This morning I woke up to a text from the front-of-house manager saying she was at the restaurant with my check if I wanted to swing by today. So immediately my day went from no plans to PLANS. Water, teeth brushing, pants, bike, out the door. My weather app said it wasn’t raining out but […]
Dispatches from quarantine: day 3
Why am I still getting emails? Stop trying to sell me things and get me to sign up for online classes. Stop trying to find things for me to do (I know it’s well intended bless the souls of my employers who are running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to find […]
Tales from quarantine
Game shop: out of Scrabble. Bike shop: out of bikes. (Really though, a bike shop in Clinton Hill sold out of bikes.)
Cosmic events
On Friday it broke seventy degrees outside. I left the house with a jacket on but I took it off within one block of walking. Already Walgreens was out of toilet paper and the line at the grocery store wound its way through the produce section all of the way to the front door. On […]
To the poets
I spent a season in wonderment of composers of musicals. They have to know about so many things: writing music, the effects of different instruments, singing, choreography, storytelling. I went through a phase where I was jealous of visual artists. Because I felt like visual artists could do anything and get away with it. (Sorry […]
