Winter is a time for little deaths—even in the desert. The three patio trees outside my window lose their leaves, mostly; it’s the only time of the year my room gets any light. Palms spread their seed upon the ground. The migratory birds go; other animals gather then hibernate away their short lives. (Only crows remain in the LA streets, sounding their beaks against the gloss-stained surface of telephone poles. Like woodpeckers.) The people stay even more indoors, cuddled into the arms of their neighborhoods. As Edith Sitwell said, “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”Read More
Let's get the biggest news out of the way at once: I am, as of the middle of November, a Californian again! I've just relocated to Los Angeles! ...I've chosen LA for a number of reasons—the most looming being a need, personal and professional, for the energy of a big city. It feels exactly right to be here.Read More
One of my favorite things about working early, in a place you don’t really know, with a new model, is you can’t really predict conditions and you just have to see how things go.Read More
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