Do Something Impossible Every Day

I set a goal to read 50 books this year. That’s a book per week, with only two weeks off. I’ve finished one so far. It’s the middle of February, which means, according to the math, I’m five books behind. This information could be daunting, could mean that I’m already failing, that this goal isContinueContinue reading “Do Something Impossible Every Day”

On Buying and Carrying Umbrellas in the City: Please Don’t.

I strongly dislike umbrellas in the city. I see people treating umbrellas as if they are disposable products. You run out of the house in the morning, and it begins to drizzle. You realize you haven’t packed your umbrella. So you buy one on the corner for five dollars. Umbrellas are light and cheap andContinueContinue reading “On Buying and Carrying Umbrellas in the City: Please Don’t.”

Inevitability in Drama

A few weeks ago I had a conversation about the drivers of drama. What is it that creates the sense of impending doom in a drama? It’s not that impending doom is necessary, but what is necessary is a driver to keep the audience wondering what happens next—and impending doom is a powerful engine. ClassicContinueContinue reading “Inevitability in Drama”

The notebook and the calendar are a team

In the middle of last month, September, I started a bullet journal. I’m over 35 pages in, and it’s been over a month, so I think it’s fair to say the practice is working for me. I like the structure of it, the mindfulness that comes with writing and rewriting tasks (which I was before,ContinueContinue reading “The notebook and the calendar are a team”

The kindness of others

I promised there would be a post about Spoke’n Hostel, and here it is. Perhaps the pictures will describe it better than I could with words. The whole place is filled with cycling memorabilia, and downstairs, not pictured, was a full kitchen, with beautiful hand-written signs saying things like “Please help yourself” and “everything onContinueContinue reading “The kindness of others”

A Semester at a Close

Well, it happened. Against all odds, somehow, I got into Columbia. I’ve been here a semester, and things are booming. I’m working as a Literary Manager for an International Festival of New Plays, produced by Columbia’s School of the Arts Faculty. I’ve acted in several student productions. I’ve made friends with a Playwright in theContinueContinue reading “A Semester at a Close”