Cocktails: Part One — Recipes

18. July 2011 here now 0
I welcome the return of classic cocktail, and I enjoy recreations of the bartending culture we destroyed with Prohibition. But I am not a purist. I see no reason not to improvise, infuse, muddle. It’s not a living art if no one is experimenting. Memory is in your nose. Escape is in your tongue. Societies ...

Drive All Night

07. July 2011 here now 3
I used to want to check out every diner up and down NY-22 and I-90. I remember one that rose up off an embankment as you came around a bend, a curve of silver windows like the hull of a spaceship, behind five foot-high neon letters: DINER. It was somewhere between Williamstown and New York. ...

Re-entry

06. July 2011 here now 4
Yesterday was our first day back from vacation, a vacation where I tried and failed to get work done, so re-entry is somehow doubly hard. They tell you, the people who tell you things about parenting, that “transitions are hard.” Isn’t this true of everyone, for our whole lives? Last night, H. wanted to sit ...

from Husband and Wife, a novel by Leah Stewart

03. July 2011 here now 0
But poetry was poetry. Inhalation. Exhalation. An irresistible tautology. Look at me how you look at me. And at last, the external world gave way to the internal one. I sat in that café and wrote. I wrote quickly, in full conviction of the words’ necessity, their need to be arranged in just this way, ...

The Doyle and Debbie Show vs. Hedwig and the Angry Inch

30. June 2011 here now 0
A compare and contrast of two stage shows. Fun for all twenty six people who have seen both!! For the record, I enjoyed both productions immensely, and have real affection for both of the worlds being spoofed. I don’t think the tone is exactly the same, nor the politics exactly, but the similarities are striking. ...

The N.A.C.C.O.P.A.

24. June 2011 here now 0
Nashville. I drink endless cups of coffee and read poetry and yes, listen to country. Earlier, H. was experimenting with an old Casio keyboard. Now, P. is downstairs learning songs to play on his guitar, at a wedding. The wedding is tomorrow. He learns fast. Harper is delighted by her grandparents’ undivided attention. They don’t ...

The Women of Pop: A Response to Sasha Frere-Jones

22. June 2011 here now 15
I love pop music. Always have. Part of becoming an adult for me was the realization that I will always love pop, that I don’t have to apologize for it, and that Prince is, in fact, a genius. I will swoon for a good biblical reference by The National, as I am demographically expected to ...

The Problem With Me

20. June 2011 here now 1
I am in Marina Del Rey because I have spent money on a workshop about pitching freelance ideas. (That’s not the problem. That’s fine, in theory.) Backstory: I was once a journalist. Hones to G-d. People paid me enough to live, if not always to eat, to write down words about real things. For seven ...

So You Think You Can Dance Redux

16. June 2011 here now 11
[this.blue notes: Sarah originally posted this in comments, but it deserved its own post.] On the sisters: I try to imagine someone in an editing room, considering the story. What’s the story? What production assistant said–keep her, keep the big one. It doesn’t matter that we all know where this is going, we can milk it ...