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Tina Roth Eisenberg a.k.a. swissmiss
A photo of her giving a talk
within a photo of her giving a talk.
At Scholastic in SoHo, New York City.
Throwback chat from exactly one year ago
- Sara: I’m sick. Sound like a man
- Chris: An effeminate man, old man or burly cigar smoking man?
- Sara: Cigar
- Chris: If you said one of the others I could’ve said “Close, but no cigar.” This potentially droll moment ruined by You.
Twitter makes you a comedian in the same way that digital cameras make you a photographer.
— Ken Jennings in America’s Hardest-Working Know-It-All
Sitting on the floor of my new, empty Brooklyn apartment, waiting for FedEx and UPS. Dear lord, please let no one Unhappy Hipster me.
I suspect if you had the sixteen year old Shakespeare or Einstein in school with you, they’d seem impressive, but not totally unlike your other friends.
Which is an uncomfortable thought. If they were just like us, then they had to work very hard to do what they did. And that’s one reason we like to believe in genius. It gives us an excuse for being lazy. If these guys were able to do what they did only because of some magic Shakespeareness or Einsteinness, then it’s not our fault if we can’t do something as good.
I’m not saying there’s no such thing as genius. But if you’re trying to choose between two theories and one gives you an excuse for being lazy, the other one is probably right.
— Paul Graham in his essay, What You’ll Wish You’d Known
Late night pool at Space Billiards in Korea Town, New York
Metropolitan Museum of Art with Daisy & Hannah
Thought #1: It’s midnight? I’ll just assemble this bike real quick.
Thought #2: Damnit.
But I now have an exercise bike in Portland, Oregon and San Jose, California and Brooklyn, New York.
Hannah judges Urbana Diva Slam 2013 in Lower East Side, NY
Saw some amazing spoken word poetry at Urbana Diva Slam, where ladies battled to see who’d represent at the 2013 Women of the World Poetry Slam in March.
I was introduced to poets I should have been following all along: Catalina Ferro, who’s quickly becoming one of my favorites and Thuli Zuma, who took the win Tuesday night. The appearance by Taylor Mali was a wonderful surprise, as well.
Need to do this again. And again. And again.
(Thanks for coming, Daisy & Hannah!)
I am 9-years-old for the rest of my life.
I am Thanksgiving: At the movies.
I am Christmas Eve: Drunk.
I am Mother’s Day: “Don’t fucking talk to me!”
I am orphan.
— Catalina Ferro in her spoken word poem, “Orphan“
Sara drove down to New York!
My childhood friend, 18 years and counting. Since the days of, “Wanna play?” Before ubiquitous phones, when she announced her arrival by throwing pebbles at my bedroom window. When she’d come over in the morning and torture me awake so we could carpool to class.
Elementary school recess. Punch buggy bruises. 7-11 candy. Super Nintendo babysat. Four square, tag and tanbark.
18 years and it still feels like we end our playtime too soon.
Previously: Old bachelor & spinster
Karma’s got me fearing life [...]
See, I got demons in my past.
I got daughters on the way.
If the prophecy’s correct,
then the child should have to pay
For the sins of a father,
so I barter my tomorrows
against my yesterdays
In hopes that she’ll be okay.
— Jay-Z (“Beach Chair”)
After-hours at Tooker Alley in Brooklyn
