Now, at my desk, avoiding the headlines for a little while.
Earlier, on a walk in the neighborhood. Now it’s raining. I like Sundays most. (at West Hollywood, California)
The thought that I was laughing while your world was being destroyed. Me here, you there, not me standing over you there, showing my white teeth and the black of my mouth when it happened, not me withholding my hand on purpose (as if it would or could help when walls are so easily becoming not-walls, when walls just turn to smoke). Me here, with coffee and clean clothes and a house just swept and wiped and scrubbed because I was worried about dust, because I possessed energy not spent on safety. Me here, with all of my loves intact. Me here, just laughing at some small inconsequential thing, like cute, like ha ha ha, just laughing. The cruel thought that I was.
When the Human Rights Campaign invited me to participate in #weareHRC and #rightsideofhistory on Instagram, I was like, “Yes. Yes, I would like to do that right now.” We’re all capturing and cataloging our little histories online every day; I’m proud that mine represents a message of love and equality. (at West Hollywood, California)
Edan Lepucki's debut novel, California, is out today. Having followed her long journey to bookshelves everywhere, it’s so nice to see the success of someone who has so obviously worked so hard. I was lucky enough to score an advance of the book. I already got to read it. I already felt the relief of it being quite good so that when I talked about it I could honestly say that it is “really quite good.”
It’s an excellent summer read, for your tote bag and those spare minutes spent sipping coffee in the morning and those more glorious weekend hours on a blanket in the grass at the park. Please go to the bookstore and get a copy.
Adventures at the Natural History Museum in Los Angeles.
(See more of my daily photos on Instagram).
My two contributions to USA’s run in the 2014 World Cup. I’m bummed that we got knocked out today, but the tournament has been a lot of fun to watch. And there’s still a lot of good games ahead.
“This place of mystery,” he said. “It’s got a ring to it, don’t you think?”
You can read the first chapter of my book for free on Medium…!
I got to read an advance of Edan’s novel and I really enjoyed it. It arrives in bookstores on July 8th. Read the first chapter today!
Something strange was happening in Cliff’s apartment building. His neighbors kept dying. First it was the old lady who moved slow and often got her oxygen tank stuck in the rickety glide of the closing elevator door. Then it was a couple that were known for smoking drugs, having gray-yellow skin and teeth that looked like nubs of melted clay. Then, well, that was all. Those three were all of the deaths, but still: they had happened in the same month, and they left only Cliff and nine other neighbors alive. At night he laid in bed and thought of many white sheets, the crinkle of vinyl body bags and the endless squeak of un-greased gurney wheels, rolling in, rolling out, the silent oscillation of red ambulance lights. He realized it was a big mistake to have moved there.
“It’s definitely demons,” he later sighed on the phone to his landlord. He was on the street, looking up at the four-story apartment building, watching, waiting for some sort of cloven hoof to rustle the drapes way up high.