Every time I push the panic button, this shows up.
I probably shouldn’t have gone to work today. I’ve got a bit of a cold, but unlike most colds instead of making me pitiful and gross it has made me gregarious and optimistic. There seemed to be no reason whatsoever not to go to the office, with all this cheer washing around my head. Continue reading
Every time I push the panic button, this shows up.
I’m an American – I love a road trip. But I also love a train trip, especially those long-haul rides. This weekend, we’ll be on a trip like that – getting on board here, in the urban dark, and whisked to our destination overnight, without having to do anything but drink our bottle of wine, eat our sandwiches-on-rye and look out the window at the Midwest in autumn. Continue reading
There is something about monumental architecture that strikes the deepest chord in the human heart. Cathedrals, state capitols, palaces – we cannot stop looking.
A subset of monumental architecture is almost-monumental architecture: regional museums, 1920s movie houses, urban main libraries. Continue reading
Every time I push the panic button, this shows up.
After a balmy, easygoing start, October has turned mean. It is acting like November – late November. The temperature is hovering around 30, there is freezing rain in the forecast, and I can’t find my parka. Continue reading
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