Playground Kos

My neighborhood is vibrating with the promise of summer.

I told myself at the end of my "social sabbatical" in March that I would extend my Instagram break until June.

On the plane ride from Reykjavík to JFK I was supposed to be sitting alone in an exit seat and things had to get turned around so I ended up sitting in the exit seat across the aisle next to a Belgian woman who was traveling with her two sons and father f…

In four days my social sabbatical ends with a quiet, sweet but anti-climactic hum.

I am approaching the end of month 2 of my "social sabbatical" and one of the things I have been thinking about it is what I want my relationship to technology and social media to look like.

i started the new year by sweating profusely to a juliana huxtable b2b michael magnan set for almost three hours straight in a giant warehouse at 1:00 in the afternoon on new years day. raving every quarter from mid-morning to the late afternoon is the gr…

Dom sent me an essay they wrote several years ago called “Articulating the Current” after a class where the two of us spent an hour or so harvesting tangy hibiscus calyxes and talking in that mercurial manner, where there’s lots of looking away, looking b…

There is an essay about romance that I have been writing, editing and gestating for two years and it has been that one piece of writing that prevents me from sharing all of my other writing.

"For the erotic is not a question only of what we do; it is a question of how acutely and fully we can feel in the doing.

One of my favorite astrologers recently wrote a blog post about sharing writing on the internet.