You only ever love me when I don't talk back

I think this blog works best as a scratch pad or repository for whatever I'm doing or thinking or reading or eating - like all blogs, I suppose. So:

I bought a Vitamix and am in awe of its power and maybe more than a bit afraid of it. It's possible that I will never eat non-blended food again, though, so there's that.

Finally finally finally read Xenofeminism: A Politics for Alienation, finishing Gary Indiana's Resentment after it had been in my roommate's clutches for who knows how long, sloooooowly making my way through James McPherson's Battle Cry of Freedom, waiting for my copy of Gwendolyn Brooks' Maud Martha to arrive along with the James Baldwin children's book I ordered for my baby cousin, and every once in a while picking up one of the million magazines and journals I've piled up (Apartamento, Martha Stewart Living, London Review of Books, etc).

Meyer lemons are here and they are glorious.

Thinking about 2013-2015 and wondering why Tirzah never blew up.

I've been wearing acrylics and have come to the sad realization that if I am to practice playing music seriously again (and I want to be serious!) they'll have to go.