Category Archives: General

Magic Mushrooms

Truth be told, I’m not well-versed on magic mushrooms in the hallucinogenic sense of the term. I’m calling these such because they appeared overnight, as if by magic. (In this case, it was some heavy watering coupled with the heat and humidity we’ve had of late.) A charming appearance, welcome at this time of the year when summer seems to be settling into its typical rhythm and the new growth of spring has started to harden off.

Comparisons to umbrellas and parasols would be perfectly apt, but these remind me more of delicate shells or exoskeletons found at the seashore – their ribbing and radial symmetry one of nature’s works of architectural art.

There’s nothing but blades of grass to give much perspective to these beauties, so I’ll share that they are quite tiny, and extremely delicate. I was watering a different section of lawn where another one had popped up, and as soon as the first few drops of water hit it, it crumpled to the ground, almost disappearing in another feat of magic. Things can come and go awfully quickly in the garden. Ephemeral enchantments.

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An Almost-Dazzler Celebrates His Birthday

My friend Chris is celebrating his umpteenth birthday today (we won’t get into specific numbers as they may upset someone who has less than a year to go before turning 50). Chris has been a pal through thick and thin, and thinking back on our decades-long friendship brings back many happy memories and a joyful bit of nostalgia in which I indulge far less than I should. There’s such a comfort to the soul when one contemplates the richness of true friendships, especially those that have lasted since the 1990’s. 

From dour winters in Ithaca backed by the ‘Evita’ soundtrack to spring-break copper-tinged rim-job stories in Puerto Rico, from Boones Farm wine and soda-can bongs in San Francisco to midnight meetings with Joel Schumacher in New York City, from petty blow-ups in Chicago to wedding-ceremony officiancy in Boston – it’s been one wild and wonderful ride. Onto the next adventure as we journey into the exciting Middle Ages. Many happy returns of the day, my friend.

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Dazzler of the Day: Diplo

Madonna seems to have been more enamored of Diplo than many of her fans were enamored of her collaborations with him, but that hasn’t dimmed his star or diminished his current standing as Dazzler of the Day. Thanks to his cheeky click-baiting nudity or endless musical joint-ventures, Diplo has been a force in the music industry for over a decade now. His latest collab ‘Midnight Ride’ with Orville Peck (himself no stranger to nakedness) and Kylie Minogue is on heavy rotation in these parts, sending summer into scintillating orbit. 

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Breaking Egg

A morning that begins with a broken egg is not what one would consider a perfect morning, and it is then that I am reminded perfect mornings don’t exist. When you take the quest for perfection out of the equation, the day suddenly becomes much sunnier. It’s a comfort that coincides with the happy and unexpected relief afforded by a Monday night. When I spent weekends dreading school and work the next day, by the end of Monday afternoon, had I been able to face the demons, I would usually return home feeling relieved and better about all the worries that came to a head on Sunday nights. Even a broken egg, in proper perspective, seems like a minor mishap unworthy of a blog post like this. 

Yet in the most minor and mundane of moments and mistakes, wisdom is to be found. In the broken egg, there was instant and irrevocable loss. There’s no putting Humpty together again. There’s also no way to make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, so long as you keep them off the floor. The magic is in how you break them, and where you break them. In the examination of these things, instead of being angry at the egg, you can greet its fallen state with gratitude for pausing the brain’s jump to annoyance. Replacing anger with curiosity may be one of he more productive strategies if I can start to implement it. 

For the moment, I’m still swearing about cleaning up this broken egg

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A Quiet Summer Recap

This is a relatively quiet weekly recap. My neck has been spasming when it hasn’t been entirely stiff, making sleeping difficult and working outside on our side yard impossible. That’s the universe whispering in annoying fashion to slow down. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Nor was it built by one fucking almost-49-year-old. Both are reasons for me to slow down and self-preserve. On with the weekly recap

A lavender daisy mocktail kicked things off in fancy and precious fashion.

Summer thyme is here.

Sometimes I feel straight, like in these photos.

Ring around the burrata.

The very last iris of the season.

The flickering wonder of hope on the 4th of July.

Let’s pop some cherries on our pants.

Reflections of an American Speedo.

Oh hi, Miss American Pie.

Stop right now, thank you very much.

Everybody’s working for the weekend.

Keep your eye on the day at hand.

A pain in the neck.

An easy guide for how to speak my language.

Does anyone else find this Instagram feature annoying as fuck?

Stretching back into childhood.

Dazzlers of the Day included Frederick Richard, Andy Towle, and Timo Cavelius.

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Stretching Back Into Childhood

One of my favorite places to be as a child was snuggled between my parents in the wee small hours of the morning. Whether it was the disturbing images of insects and bugs or more sinister phantom figures gliding through the hallways, the not-infrequent nightmares of my youth occasionally afforded a panicked insistence on joining my parents in bed and waking to Dad’s internal alarm clock before the sun was even out. 

Their room was dim with the shades pulled, and the dim gray light only allowed for shadows and silhouettes. Still, I can remember my father next to me as he opened his day with several leg stretches before he got out of bed. He never spoke about this, never explained the purpose or reason. Maybe he didn’t want to disturb my supposed sleep. In subsequent years, I would see yoga and fitness instructors advising to do the same stretches to begin their practice. 

My Dad would lift one leg up, point it at the ceiling, then slowly cross and lower it over the opposite side of his body, repeating the same motion for the other leg. He would then bring each to his chest and hold them there for a moment. This was how he entered the world each day – movements and preparations in dark, so when he got up he was agile and able to move. It must have worked as he lived for a long time, during which much of the time he got around well. Only in the last few years did that deteriorate. 

At night is when I do my stretches in bed. Following Dad’s same routine, it’s a way to relax the body and muscles for a comfortable slumber. When I have time and think of it, I’ll try to begin the day in the same manner, though I’m usually rushing up and out of bed as I press the snooze button for the third and final time.

These are the mundane motions of middle age. As long as there are good memories to go along with them, I’m ok with all of it. 

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

A stern message to Instagram: stop trying to get me to turn on push notifications whatever the fuck that means. I DON’T WANT ANY FUCKING NOTIFICATIONS. You’ve asked me 1000 times and the answer is still no, and it will always be no. STOP TRYING TO MAKE NOTIFICATIONS HAPPEN. IT’S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. Now you’ve made me shout and I try not to shout on the Lord’s Day. 

#TinyThreads

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Pocket Guide Translator to Speaking Alanese 

A lot gets lost in a text message or email. Subtlety and nuance, tone and demeanor, humor and earnestness – the online forms of communication take all of those vital components of communication away, leaving much room for misinterpretation and misunderstandings that sometimes make for a much clunkier and ineffective means of communication. Some of us don’t make it easy by how we respond to things, and I’m very much as guilty of this as anyone else, so I’ve devised a quick pocket post guide to translate what I may mean at any given time. (Do note that all of these are subject to change on a whim, so use these merely as a guide rather than a bible.) Here we go:

No worries = No worries – it’s all good, wholly devoid of snark or sarcasm 

Sounds good = Completely on board with what you just said, just closing the loop in as friendly a way as possible. Note: this does not require a response, and frankly one would be unappreciated 

Ok = a tricky one. For the most part it simply means ok, without excitement, enthusiasm, anger, or happiness one way or another. If it’s in response to something I’ve proposed or invited you to, there may often be a tinge of disappointment and sadness if you are declining. In what is becoming more common, it may also indicate apathy and genuine lack of care. 

That’s fine = That is fine. 

It’s fine = It’s probably not fine but I’m granting us the option of moving along without further discussion because you won’t want the ensuing discussion

I’m fine = Sound the alarm, light the beacons of Gondor, all hands on dick, err, deck, hide your kids, hide your wives, and be very afraid because I am most decidedly not fine and everyone in my vicinity is likely to not be fine in a very short time. 

[No response] = You’re fucked. Send flowers, send gifts, send a handwritten note on pretty stationary, and then give me some time and space. If I don’t re-engage we were probably never really friends in the first place, or you’ve simply worn me out with whatever it was that merited no response.

These aren’t difficult rules. My language is simple. Let me know if you want to practice.

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Keep Your Eye on the Day

The day’s eye in a bloom illuminated by a single shaft of sunlight – so begins July and the ascendance of summer proper. As the world turns ever darker, I turn ever inward, closing out the worst of humanity and focusing on the best; here is my little collection of friends and family, hearth and home, calm and creation. No matter what happens outside the heart, inside one can always make a place of peace

Shutting out the world, shutting off the news, shutting down the hate – it all serves a valuable purpose of self-care and self-preservation. We are useless to helping others if we cannot find a sense of peace within ourselves. 

Today begins with an appreciation of these daisies, and all that we are lucky enough to have. 

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Popping Cherries

These cherries on my new swim trunks are absolutely popping. Cherries are a motif of the coquette aesthetic, so for this summer a swimsuit of such fruity charm is a necessity. From their early spring bloom to their flaming fall color, the cherry is a magnificent tree. Their scent is a bit trickier to enjoy, as evidenced by Tom Ford’s flailing cherry line, none of which really thrilled me. Instead, let’s focus on the ones we can eat, devouring their flesh and spitting out the pits – the elegant and the vulgar all at once, not entirely out of place with the multi-layered meanings of a coquette summer

And speaking of our coquette summer, let’s play a piece of music from across the pond to set the dramatic tone on a day when I don’t feel much like celebrating for a multitude of reasons. God save the Queen – and yes, I mean me.

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The Wonder of Hope

It’s a strange and scary time to live in America. I’m not going to pretend that there isn’t a clear and present and very prominent danger to our very democracy in the form of the Republican nominee for President – and the fact that he is a convicted felon, a morally-reprehensible adulterer, and a proven-time-and-time-again outright liar should be what our nation is focusing on. Instead, the press and media seems hellbent on focusing on the age and bad debate of the other candidate. There is no comparison, and we teeter on the complete loss of the very tenets of our country. Look up Project 2025 and be very afraid, as it’s already happening. We’ve lost the Supreme Court (which did away with the supposedly-settled right for a woman to make choices over her own body, and just recently gave king-like immunity to Presidents, even proven criminals) – a Revolutionary War was literally fought to ensure we didn’t have to live under such a king, but history is lost on idiots. 

And what we have now is a country that is doing anything but keeping its eyes on the current and imminent threat to its survival

We’ve seen that no one is going to save us. No Congressperson, no press or media, no court of law, and no historical precedent. It was always, and only, up to us – our own citizens, our own people, our own believers in what the founding fathers created when they forged a brand new government for and by the people. Do I have faith that we will do the right thing in November to turn this danger away? I don’t know… I want to have hope… but I wonder. 

Wonder can be a powerful thing – it’s part of what birthed this nation, and part of what has kept it great. It also might be what sees us safely into a future that squashes the notion of a fascist dictatorship. I only hope that Liberty has the strength to carry her torch of freedom beyond November. 

Vote Blue if you care about America.

{Read about Project 2025 here.}

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Sometimes I Feel Straight…

Like when my husband brings home two melons and my first thought is doing this for the camera. Completely at odds with our demure coquette summer theme, it’s a badly-needed dose of silliness in a world that seems to be crumbling around us. In what may very well be our last summer of democracy, I urge everyone to live like this is our final gasp of freedom. Who knows what tomorrow may bring? And who is brave enough to ask at this point? Honestly, I’d rather not know.

In such ignorant bliss, I may choose to retire from the current life I live, going into exile like some forgotten Jedi, perhaps to be resurrected for a distant final act in which I might play a supporting part, or simply fading away with the gentle glow of whatever becomes/remains of this website, like the solar echoes of a long-dead star. One’s actual influence is always felt more than seen. 

It seems even the silliest pose for a blog post cannot quell the underlying tones of seriousness the current moment demands. Anyway, suck on these melons – and don’t give up on summer or silliness yet… 

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Summer Thyme

Playing on the song of this summer, it always feels like there is one endless supply of summer time, or in this case summer thyme. It sprawls out ahead of us, with no end in sight, unfurling in bloom and herbal freshness. 

A carpet of thyme, especially in bloom, is a charm that may be found at the edge of a meadow, or the neglected patch of a parking lot divider. Brushing through its mat of pungent leaves, I sense the memory of a spice cupboard surfacing, bringing back fall and winter at a most inopportune moment. This is summer – and it’s only just begun. 

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A Coquette July Begins with a Recap

When your therapist lays out how all the conditions of the past few months have set you up perfectly for a mid-life crisis, it gives one pause, especially as it’s been a challenge simply getting out of bed in recent days, coupled with self-induced difficulty in getting to sleep at night. And so, we pause, as July dawns and this recap goes through the past week, as our weekly recap does. Perhaps the way out is focusing on our coquette theme, and losing oneself in the pink, ribbon-laced aesthetic, especially when the rest of the world has gone so atrociously dark. My niece Emi played a large part in conjuring the coquette theme, and so she appears here lending some support to her favorite doting Uncle. On with the recap…

Summer sunsetz and summer skize.

A blue not found in any flag.

Still largely unaffected by FOMO. (I have HTMO – Happy To Miss Out.)

A mass of neuroses.

A strawberry moon amid stormy fits and rainy starts at the beginning of a Boston summer.

Even in the rain, Boston shines when it’s summer.

Swedish candy craze.

Pride Month comes to a close.

Under a wizard’s delicious spell.

The Virgo of August differs from the Virgo of September.

We don’t have to take our clothes off.

“Remember when you wanted what you currently have.”

A coquettish mix – the second playlist of our coquette summer.

Dazzlers of the Day included Michael Phelps, Louisa Jacobson, John Duff, and Ryan Murphy.

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Dazzler of the Day: John Duff

If anyone is still looking for a Pride anthem at this late date, check out ‘Be Your Girl’ by John Duff, which takes us back to the gloriously melodic whirling days of carefree disco and delicious pop hookery. Duff has made a few of these bops, and several eye-popping videos to go along with them, easily earning this Dazzler of the Day crowning just in time to end Pride Month on a high note.

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