I interviewed a musician named Matthew Schwartz once, if you can call it that. Cropped black hair. Thick-framed black glasses. Quiet and unassuming. In 2015 I ran a short fill-in-the-blank Q&A article for my blog called Meet Me In The Sound. The headline was “Getting to Know Pacifico”—the obvious one, the kind I still reachContinueContinue reading “Still Getting to Know Pacifico”
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Don’t Trust Anyone Under 40 (An Open Letter From My Recliner)
(And yes, I’m writing this from a recliner, which already proves I’ve abandoned any remaining pretense of ambition.) Look, I’m not saying young people are bad. Dirty socks are bad. I’m saying they move through the world like somebody gave them a fresh set of knees and a license to ignore every sentence that wasn’tContinueContinue reading “Don’t Trust Anyone Under 40 (An Open Letter From My Recliner)”
The Quiet Work of Noticing
A reflection a former colleague shared on LinkedIn made me stop and think. I first started reading it while I was standing in line at the checkout. I didn’t finish it there. I came back to it later at home. It was something she had written about a season of life that felt defined byContinueContinue reading “The Quiet Work of Noticing”
Old Dogs and the End of the Road: Finch (2021)
I just finished watching Finch (2021), directed by Miguel Sapochnik and written by Craig Luck and Ivor Powell. It stars Tom Hanks as Finch and Caleb Landry Jones as Jeff, a robot Finch builds to care for his dog after he’s gone. (You can see more about it here on IMDb or watch it on Apple TV+.) I thought IContinueContinue reading “Old Dogs and the End of the Road: Finch (2021)”
2026: A Cat Oddity
Funny how muscle memory works. This afternoon I was running a little containment drill in the laundry room — we have three orange kittens who treat every cracked door like an escape hatch — and somewhere in the middle of it, 1977 walked back in. Not as a thought. As a feeling in my hands.ContinueContinue reading “2026: A Cat Oddity”