Welcome to New England: the mercury flirts with single digits, and us hardy folk are faced with the challenge of dressing to bounce between warm bed, icy winds, overheated public transportation, frigid dashes across streets where drivers interpret red lights as the merest of suggestions. And who knows whether our offices will be saunas or fridges. Layering is the greatest weapon in our adaptive arsenal. Here's how I cope… Continue reading

This is your chance to see "Dead, Wrapped in Plastic"—my sculpture of dead Laura Palmer—live and in-person! Continue reading

For Cristo's birthday, I made reservations at Ten Tables in Cambridge — their second location, in the space the original Craigie Street Bistro used to occupy, and which actually has at least 14 tables. The food and service were amazing. Because we ate on a Sunday night, they weren't serving a full menu. But they were serving a $38 prix fixe. Here's a super-quick wrap of what we had. surprise!Amuse Bouche Chilled cucumber-mint… Continue reading

I love my adopted city, and have often blogged about its changing character. Feel free to explore my Harvard Square. Continue reading

When I arrived home today, it was to the sight of DJ equipment being set up in front of City Hall, which is pretty much the front yard of Cambridge. There was a big sign announcing the "City Dance Party" tonight. My first thought was "oh, crap."Luckily, the fabulous Ms. Devon Govoni had invited me to a BBQ at an art gallery a few blocks from home, and when the… Continue reading

I wasn't expecting him. He is John Stewart, Henry Rollins, Bruce Campbell, Anthony Bourdain, and Agent Dale Cooper rolled into one amazing man. He says that I have a wonderful singing voice, and I believe him. He teases me for my goofy laugh and inability to whistle. He cooks me amazing things, and introduced me to some of my favorite foods—raw oysters, fish, avocado, mushrooms, artichoke hearts—I used to be a terribly… Continue reading

Taking the T back home from my office, I felt something stiff and papery drop on my shoulder, bounce off my front, and watched it drift to the floor. It settled between the feet of a thin blond kid in a t-shirt with three greek letters; he was shuffling index cards around. "You dropped a flash card," I told him. "I don't know if it's important." Continue reading

I dropped my programming class. And to celebrate, I bought four canvases. I began digging into (quite literally) a massive, sculptural art project I've had broiling in the back of my head for months. It's top-secret for now, but David Lynch is its muse and it may end as half a diptych. Continue reading

Celebrate with your sweetheart, or maybe find a new one at The Channel Cafe on Valentine's Day, Saturday, February 14. Dinner served 5-10 pm Entertainment 6-10 pm Reservations recommended. No cover. Featuring: Burlesque by Miss Darcey Vintage and obscure records spun by DJ Frenchy Roller Waitressing by Boston Derby Dame Killary

I'm so glad I used a fraction of my zillion hours of banked time-off to extend the holiday into the Inauguration; this was just a fantastic weekend.I've been invited to put some art in a ladies'-only Valentine's Day themed show at All Asia next month; more on that closer to the event. I'm thinking sculptural, but it also depends on how much time I'm willing to put into making something… Continue reading

I you want the full story of our west-coast adventures, start reading here, or you will be hopelessly lost. The next day, Sunday, was our last full day in Los Angeles. Cristo's sister and brother-in-law went househunting in the early afternoon, so we watched their Oscar screener of Revolutionary Road, which is easily going to win a half-dozen gold men. It's Mad Men—The Movie, except with stronger character development. I… Continue reading

The last time my brother came down to the city, I got a text at 11pm inviting me to meet him at the Purple Shamrock, or some other similarly godawful Quincy Market student-tourist date-rapey cattlecar pit. I actually went. I spent 40 minutes waiting in a line outside before giving up. I spent most of that time texting him to leave and come with me to Lucky's Lounge, a… Continue reading

The Dresden Dolls have been sort of on the fringes of my life for a good seven or eight years. And I've developed a sort of tacit hometown loyalty. So even though I'm not the huge fan that so many people see the potential for me to be, I was pretty sickened when this news item came across feministing.com today. Continue reading

This election is crazy. It's like a giant weight has been lifted; one friend said today he feels like he's been fighting cancer for eight years, and woke up this morning cured. I understand that nothing will be better or perfect overnight, but at least we're not veering off the tracks anymore. Continue reading

If you would like to see a giant painting that I made out of oil pastels, acrylic, inks, spackle, sand, spray paint, glitter, magazine clippings, embossing powder, and plastic toy solders), come to the Middle East before September 6th. Continue reading

My boyfriend and I were waiting for a green line train this weekend, and noted this juxtaposition of a pair of spectacularly ill-conceived advertisements; each seemed determined to turn off its audience from their products/services in a singularly aggressive way.First, let's look at AirTran. They've had some seriously bad press recently in regards… Continue reading

I didn't start drinking coffee regularly until I was 17 or 18, but carding teens for caffeine is a bit absurd. This is hilarious to me, because when I got my Free Iced Coffee, I was in line behind two unaccompanied young boys, about 6 and 9, who both got their Free Iced Coffees and the counterfolk didn't blink an eye. Continue reading

I'm digging the typographic city neighborhood posters by Ork Posters!. Continue reading

The Channel Cafe at 300 Summer Street is pleased to announce the kickoff of a new series of Friday night performances featuring local poets, musicians, video artists, and theatre troupes. In addition to the entertainment, the Cafe will be serving full a dinner menu, beer, and wine; light hors d'oeuvres are free.

The first performance will be this Friday, March 21, featuring James Caroline and Caroline Harvey.

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A copyediting gaffe from the Boston Globe. Continue reading