The biggest thing stopping me from leaving my apartment in Palermo on any given day is how hard it is to open the door. Thank God for scanners and digital editions of manuscripts.
Where does creativity go?
Over the past 10 years, I’ve watched myself shift modes of self expression, from artistic and metaphorical to literary and literal. Am I less creative than I used to be, or do I just not have any patience for obfuscation?
Watercolor on paper, c. 2006. I imagined what it would be like to have wings but no arms.
Research Progress Notes: Week of June 10th
I arrived in Sicily this week, and after struggling through some small mishaps, I started working. Read More
Unless you are a very particular kind of musical theater nerd, there’s a good chance you don’t care that a show called Why I’m done Binging with Babish
I’m sick of chef culture. Read More
Research Progress Notes: Week of June 3rd
I’m back in Europe again. I got a free pass into Vatican City, struggled with driving, and learned about the hidden gem that is Salerno.
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