I’m All Lost In, #158: Theodore Dreiser’s Sister Carrie; Jacques Tourneur’s I Walked with a Zombie; and my new poem.
Tourneur uses it to cast the soughing Caribbean winds as another haunted and rich metaphor in his strange movie.
I’m All Lost In, #157: A William Gibson novel; an ongoing obsession; and an unwitting reveal.
What makes it Gibson (rather than Chandler) is the opaque, augmented-reality sunglasses.
I think, therefore I think too much. I’m All Lost In, #156: Three years of obsessing.
Even though I evidently love e-scooters, I typically forego first mile/last mile transit myself and walk.
I’m All Lost In, #154 in Six Sentences: Toward Pioneer Square; six flats; and a list. Plus the Week in X>Y, including Vibes>Vibes.
I was reminded that vibes is short for the vibraphone as opposed to this decade’s relentlessly-overused word for atmosphere and mood…
Ink & Ribbon Press publishes my poem “Revolutionary Airport.”
Saarinen’s curves of flights and tulips…
I’m All Lost In, #153: Rufus Wainwright’s Art Teacher; downtown Redmond’s art walk; and insomnia is political in Paris. Plus the Week in X>Y.
The physics of how her touch-design flowers and Strawberry-Alarm-Clock optical illusions work
I’m All Lost In, #152: An economic study; a glass of sherry; and a mid-20th century novel. Plus the Week in X>Y.
Hopefully their montages of human history will include footage showing the night in the late summer of 2026 when a beacon of light and a gathering of cheering thousands radiated from the edge of New York City…
I’m All Lost In, #151: White T-shirts from Nordstrom; a lost photo; and Qinwen comes back. Plus the Week in X>Y.
No Lady Gaga, only Steinem watching us.
I’m All Lost In, #150: A new sweater; a fried mantou bun; and Court 17 at the Qualies. Plus the Week in X>Y.
The panoramic intersection at Sutphin-Archer is action-packed with evening anticipation.
I’m All Lost In, #149: Watching Olivia Wilde’s The Invite; learning the Chantels’ “Maybe;” and reading Bryan Washington’s Palaver. Plus the Week in X>Y, including misinterpreting Joni Mitchell.
I don’t know if this is about the sad bar on my block or more about me.
I’m All Lost In, #148: Girl group royalty; DIY folk; and jet-age architecture. Plus the Week in X>Y, including light rail to Bellevue.
In the case of the Bronx-based Chantels…
I’m All Lost In, #146: Vegan coconut ice cream; vegan sesame-seed coffee; and an Adidas jacket. Plus the Week in X>Y, including Erica scoops the Seattle Times again.
I stand before you without an aching left arm for the first time all summer.
I’m All Lost In, #145: The delivery economy; the TWA Hotel; no tattoos. Plus the Week in X>Y.
Gaming the edges of the matrix state
I’m All Lost In, #143: 17 Pilgrimages. Plus the Week in X>Y
Like ice cubes tinkling and melting in a glass of bourbon…
Midsummer Dream House publishes my poem “Kid Cudi at the Whole Foods”
The only thing working right now is the data center in the field.
I’m All Lost In, #142: All the President’s Men 50th-anniversary screening; Catherine, Matt, and David at Wimbledon; and selfies. Plus the Week in X>Y, music edition.
Fellow-1970s-D.C. kid and constitutional romantic …