Sweeping Statements
The past few weeks have warranted about two posts a day. I’ve screwed myself by getting so far behind I can’t post now without the details blurring and feelings reduced to a more opaque and tacky, less aromatic version of their original juiciness.
Notes were taken. But they’re not helping.
I remember finding the SFMOMA in the TODO booklet I found in the back of a cab in San Francisco and walking from the RX Gallery using Google Maps on my Treo and thinking, “This is so awesome! I can’t wait to write about this!”
I remember driving through Kentucky listening to rival rap in a rented black Impala, eating barbeque in Detroit, seeing Ze Frank moderate, and attending the Book Expo America Writers Conference here in Manhattan where I got to attend lectures and panels, and be inspired by the novelist Jodi Picoult and McSweeney’s editor John Warner. The end of the day was all about a pitch slam, which is exactly like speed dating except with literary agents. I pitched to five agents and they all asked me to send them work, which has left me feeling triumphantly nervous and serious, to say the least.
Oh, I also officially moved out of the lower east side and back to Brooklyn. It’s been crazy, I tell you.
Freelancing has been the sort of liberation of time and space I sorely needed. I’ve been working (as an editorial assistant who knows CSS) with the folks at mediapredict.com. I usually never name the places I work for as a rule but it hardly seems right to not mention, as it has people talking and writing articles.
As much as I’ve hop-scotched in the past weeks, there has been a consistency of meaning and theme that has been absolutely critical to the work I’m doing once I’m alone at my desk. The student work of Louisa Ma leads to conversation about the problem I’ve been working on, to design a family tree that makes use of logic branches, leading to the book Arboretum by David Byrne, published by McSweeney’s, which I’d meant to buy earlier but picked up at a museum store in San Francisco. Talking to Louise about this problem was invaluable, I was 85% there, and needed to talk out loud.
I hate to write sweeping expository “i did” lists as posts because it’s just not interesting. For more blurry exposition, check out lots of new flickr photos.
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