In New York, Everywhere a Writing Nook
On a recent afternoon Lily Padilla, an actress and playwright, poured herself a mug of coffee and settled into a plush club chair facing walls of scripts. “It has a really good calming energy,” she said. “I have ample It's close to the theater ...
www.nytimes.com
April 9, 2015
Dr. Neulander trial: High-tech video let jury (and now you) visit murder scene
A view of the white coffee cup, the water bottles and tissue on the night stand, the lampshade and the blinds. Another view of the bed area, showing the slanted wall (upper center), the family photo and clock (trapezoid shape on table under slanted ...
www.syracuse.com
April 6, 2015
Guitar Man Was Here
"I washed a mug just for you," Eli says, ambling into the kitchen to pour some coffee. I settle in and gaze across the accoutrements of his home studio: a massive Santa Claus statue holds court beneath a grandfather clock hanging horizontally on the ...
www.clevescene.com
April 1, 2015
Life Lines
A decade ago, brain scanning revealed regions in the visual cortex that become flushed when we see an unfamiliar object or scene—a clock, a landscape. Aline posted a mnemonic ditty on Johnson's bedroom wall: “Use just a drop / Not a big blop ...
www.newyorker.com
March 23, 2015
How To Bury Your Parents
Maybe his lucky coffee mug will get knocked off the dresser and break into a million pieces that get swept into the trash. Here's what you don't do when . We kept choral music going around the clock in my mom's room, even after she slipped into ...
adequateman.deadspin.com
March 18, 2015
I Tried To Use A Hookup App As A Real Estate Listing
After Gareth set his alarm clock and began to snore, I slipped out of his arms and into the shower. I loved his bathroom. I loved the granite countertops, the tiled floor, the soft glow of the wall sconces. I toweled off and put on Gareth's white ...
www.buzzfeed.com
March 23, 2015
Professor Hadley Horch on 80's movies, Dairy Queen management, aviation
“There was one night when [the other employees] changed all the clocks on me so I closed up an hour early–I was that kind of kid. I remember a massive ketchup and mustard fight in the I was a sophomore, and one night I was hanging out and doing ...
bowdoinorient.com
March 28, 2015
He had lifted the receiver to his ear and paused before speaking the single word, yes. Afterwards, he tried to remember the exact wording used by the caller to deliver the news that changed his world. Had time really slowed to largo so that there were cavernous pauses between each staccato word that allowed him to hear the beat of his heart and the sound of his swallowing. He returned the receiver to its cradle and sank into his chair to study the face of the clock on the living room wall. The precise memory of date and time seemed important. He was grateful that as far as he could recall the date had no other significance. No member of the family had been born on the date. He was certain that no one close to him had celebrated a wedding anniversary on the date either. As his heart pounded within him he wondered if he would live to see the anniversary of the day his eldest and only son had died alone in a crosswalk on a dark street on the other side of the country. But so had speed, the caller said. It is hard to know what he was doing there at that time of night, alone in the rain. He went into the dining room and looked at his son’s high-school graduation picture that hung amid the family memorabilia on the wall of the room where the family had.
“It’s the street you grew up on and the first thing on your left. Kathy frowned and glanced to her left at the coffee mug adorned with hearts she’d bought on clearance a few days after Valentine’s when her usual mug had cracked in the office kitchen sink. Superhero name is definitely street you grew up on and object to your left. She worked downstairs in accounting and seemed to spend her days doing anything but moving numbers around. Despite having two degrees and more certifications than Kathy’s dentist, doctor and hairdresser combined, Laura seemed to have a suspicious amount of trouble keeping her basic iMac in working order. The amount of times she called IT could be described as ‘obscene’, Kathy had often thought. But then again, if she hadn’t, Kathy would have one less friend to whittle away the hours of the day with. “Well like hell am I going to pull on spandex and go out in the world with a name like Spruce Mug,” Kathy decided, running her finger along the handle. She leaned back in her chair and glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was hovering near her cubicle, ready to order her back to work. Laura let out a hushed laugh, likely looking to mask her own lack of productivity. “Honey, do you know what I do all day. ” Kathy asked, spinning her chair back towards her monitors where her open tickets list still loomed ominously. Laura laughed again, more openly this time.
The Friday night festivities started at 6:00, but the beer began flowing at exactly 5:00. It’s an open bar, serving mainly draft beer with a few random bottles of wine tucked in a bucket to the side. I arrived at the bar at exactly 5:04 which explains why my cup ended up being mostly foam, but a delicious foam. I can’t get myself to choke down an IPA, the hops taste like perfume on my palette, but luckily there was one tap of black ale for black sheep climbers like me. I don’t know the total count of people at the festival, but I do know we went through... Later the night winds would provide gusts of trouble for the rainbow of tents that formed “tent city”, but for now the breeze was as refreshing as the beer while we walked through the festival. A stage, a climbing wall, and a spider web of slacklines rigged to sawhorses were ringed by vendor booths outlined in turn by the jagged peaks of Spring Mountain. It took me a moment to place what was unusual as Nick and I wandered from booth to booth, pocketing free stickers and mini-Cliffbars, but it hit me as I caught the smell in the wind: grass. I tossed and turned all night, or as much as one can toss or turn with two cats determined to sit directly atop you, my mind and heart racing the way they always do when I know I need a good night’s sleep.
Dr. Neulander trial: High-tech video let jury (and now you) visit murder scene
All of the items had blood on them, except for the coffee cup. Leslie Neulander's body is on the floor. The slanted wall: Another view of the bed area, showing the slanted wall (upper center), the family photo and clock (trapezoid shape on table under ...
www.syracuse.com
April 6, 2015
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