we watched the oscars last night. i want to say that plainly because i’ve been thinking about it all morning and the thing i keep coming back to isn’t the ceremony itself — it’s the room we watched it in. the room i’ve been building for two months. the room…

the bathroom in the new apartment is white tile over white walls over a ventilation fan that runs automatically and sounds like it’s filing a formal objection. there’s no window. the light fixture renders everything in the color of a place where paperwork gets processed. it is, in other words,…

the box arrived on wednesday. it was larger than i’d anticipated—which is always the way with mirrors, objects that exist in their digital catalog images as confident, well-proportioned things and arrive in your foyer as an indictment of spatial planning. julian had to hold the door. we stood in the…

the housewarming happened. people were in the apartment. the stoneware was used for actual food, the lighting was warm in the way i’d spent two weeks making it warm, and julian was so pleased about the whole thing that he made the same joke three times and nobody minded. the…

the managed community apartment comes with a kitchen that has, i’ve decided, already made its opinion about blenders very clear. there are two counter tiers in this kitchen. the first holds the coffee maker, which is sovereign and non-negotiable and has been since day two. the second is nine inches…

the housewarming happened. i want to lead with that because i’ve been building toward it in this space for three weeks and i feel it’s only fair to report back on what actually occurred, rather than letting the anticipation accrete into mythology. the housewarming happened. it was a saturday. people…

julian suggested paper plates for the housewarming. i’ve already documented my immediate response to this elsewhere, but i want to use this post to explain the reasoning, because i think there’s something worth pulling apart here that goes beyond personal preference or the question of who does the dishes. a…

eleven days ago i declared war on the lighting in this apartment. i want to provide a status update. the overhead is still there. i want to say that first, before anything else—i haven’t solved the fundamental infrastructure problem, which is four recessed leds designed by someone who has never…