Tuesday, April 12, 2016


 I am incapable at the moment of doing anything with the word "pixel."

Um, it's that little square

those little blurry squares when

you know how a picture

you know when you're watching Downton Abbey on Netflix and it separates into, like, little

a picture is made up of separate pieces and

See what I mean? I have a job that requires a fully functioning brain.

Wednesday, April 06, 2016

Unstable Mass of Blood and Foam

Weather report: cold and bright with a 70 percent chance of sparkles.

I have done this test on my self and learned that I am not very evolved. I am basically a lemur.

My self vs myself. Also, why would you say this: "people like myself" instead of "people like me"? I am trying hard not to be such a prescriptivist, truly. I think it's a question of aesthetics as much as anything. Ah, the lonely life of a grammar guerilla.

Tuesday, April 05, 2016

You'll Freeze Out There

I enjoy watching people gesture wildly when I can't hear what they're saying. The other day, at the Harvard Art Museum, my parents and I enjoyed several long minutes watching from a balcony as a woman below us gesticulated in an animated way in the direction of a marble statue. She seemed to be explaining or commenting or lecturing for the benefit of her companions. Her hands moved in pointing, slicing, chopping motions. Just now I watched two women across the street walking together in the cold, stopping periodically so one of them could wave her arms about and move her mouth. Was she angry at the other woman? Telling a funny story? Why couldn't she keep walking while she told it? It's really cold out today.

Among today's words I've so far blurbed: plutocrat, podcast, pocketbook, poach, plywood. I wanted to go overtly political all over "plutocrat." I wanted to gesticulate wildly, in fact.

I love podcasts.
I have a strong feeling about plywood, too.
I have learned to poach an egg pretty well, if I do say so myself.
The word "pocketbook" makes me think of my grandmother.
The word "plutocrat" makes me angry.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

I Want a Dog Named Laika

I don't need a dog named Laika, because I've got a whole lot of dog in Mr Gus. HOWEVER, I do sometimes dream of a little sister for Gus* who would love me best.

I am thinking of taking a Book of Faces hiatus, just a week or so. It has more to do with politics and the news than anything else right now. I think it would be good for my mental health to avoid social media and even lighten my consumption of NPR for a spell.

(I keep thinking about the above idea and NOT DOING IT, which is in keeping with my adult onset, Internets-related ADD, but oh well. As my dad would say, "Squirrel?")

In other news, I should've been a kindergarten teacher because I want all the clothes with little animal prints, like this and this and this. And I prove to myself daily what a little old lady I'm becoming. E.g. I just ordered some new reading glasses online and I am pretty much beside myself with excitement.

*I've said this before, but I'm pretty sure Gus thinks of me as "that nice lady who lives with Master and me."