Telling and Tending Stories.

Category: Reflection

  • The Accidental Fulfillment of a Lifelong Dream, and other small miracles

    The Accidental Fulfillment of a Lifelong Dream, and other small miracles
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    My bedroom windows face the street, my favorite way for my bedroom windows to face. On the lower half of the windows is translucent, prismatic contact paper, which I dislike because it keeps me from staring down at the goings-on below me, but which I appreciate because it distorts the bright lights that would otherwise… Read more

  • 1 January, 2025

    1 January, 2025
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    Let’s play a game. Let’s call it “What if, in 2025 . . .?” Humanity is wrestling with itself for its own survival. With the blunt instruments of bombs, disinformation overwhelm, and two-party elections, we conduct our philosophical explorations into when the deaths of children are justified, and who has the right to kill them;… Read more

  • On Process

    On Process

    Fall in love with a Questing Beast— Face of a pageant queen Bones of road cases and caravans Body of a dancer and bawdy like a punk band Tree roots for feet and the heart, a hearthfire. With a partner, pursue.Turn your back to give the knife a broader target. Bleed out go blind get… Read more

  • Self-Revelation Again

    Self-Revelation Again

    We wrapped up the Neutral Mask a week ago, and last week was our second Foundations Week. I’m beginning to appreciate the wisdom of our schedule, because after Neutral Mask I really needed that week to process and digest. Without further ado, and with equal parts generosity (yes, mine), curiosity, and masochism (also mine), here… Read more

  • We Are Not Alone

    We Are Not Alone

    It was strange today to be so weighed down. When our warm-up began this morning and my professor said, as she does, while we moved through the space, “You are here, you are present, you are ready to work,” I knew that I was not, and I left to let my body feel what it… Read more

  • Some Small Irritations

    Some Small Irritations

    While we all wait for polls to close and votes to be counted and fates to be decided, here are some small irritations about living in Germany: Laundry is an epic. My washer has a 20 minute half-load cycle. The next-shortest cycle takes over two hours. Then laundry takes two days to dry on the… Read more

  • About the Election

    About the Election

    I’m embarrassed to say that I’m not particularly attuned to German media yet, nor do I talk to a lot of Germans, so I don’t know much of what’s being reported here. But everyone knows the election is coming up, and everyone here quite openly hopes Harris wins—and presumes that I do, too. A Frenchman… Read more

  • Goodbye to Playfulness

    Goodbye to Playfulness

    I have been in Berlin for over a month now. Our first module in school, focused on playfulness, has ended, and last week was our first “Foundation Week,” in which we have a little more spaciousness in our schedule and take the time to integrate the things we’ve learned in the previous module.  This seems… Read more

  • Some Observations

    Some Observations

    This city—which I barely know, and much of which I have not seen—feels like no other city I know. It feels spacious. The streets are wide, with twice as much sidewalk as driving space. With space for a car or two to drive, parked cars to line the road, bikes to bike and bikes to… Read more

  • On Process

    On Process

    I am a fast typist with atrocious handwriting. I’ve always had a practice of sporadically—no pressure—keeping a journal, which has diminished in frequency steadily since my adolescence. I also, until I went full time and therefore full GCal, used to keep a paper planner. I also, when I was directing for my bread and butter,… Read more