Awhile back, FPS launched a contest, with a stellar prize – one of my favorite new gadgets, called eTape. I asked you to describe a time you felt accomplished after a home-improvement project.
I was particularly taken with this entry from Jules, who wrote:
“My first home project was at 19 years old in my first apartment. Needless to say I didn’t have two cents to my name. I made a “TV console/bookcase” from found boards, milk crates, and bricks. It was very satisfying with good proportions and when full of books and other stuff looked kind of great. I remember my boyfriend at the time exclaiming that he loved that I made something for myself, by myself. He was on point. I wasn’t prone to taking very good care of myself and this was a big happening for me. My sense of wellbeing soared. Now 3 decades later, this still makes me smile.”
A big thanks to all who entered, and for all your home-improvement prowess. Congratulations to Jules. And check out eTape. It’s a cool company with a wonderful product.
Artwork by Matthew Palladino
My tastes don’t veer towards light reading whether baking on the beach or huddled by the fire. So bearing that in mind, I just finished Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine. And I’m halfway through The Empire of the Senses by Alexis Landau. I highly recommend them both.
Illustration by Jean Jullien
Last week, I wrote about being invited to a dinner party where I was to be the 7th wheel. On a balmy summer evening, the three couples and I sat around in the moonlight, enjoying the ambience, the food and each other’s company. At some point during dessert, the conversation came around to how 2 people there had relatives who were transgender, which led to a discussion about sexual preference, dating, marriage, and the hopes that their relatives would find partners. It was the perfect time for me to chime in. I shared my apprehension about being the only person at dinner who was single. I could tell it wasn’t something anyone had thought about. I stood up for the notion that one could go through life being single and happy. I did this, in part, because I sensed that all of you had my back. It was exhilarating.
Unmellow yellow dress by Nanette Lepore
I’ve been invited to a dinner party this weekend, and I’ll be the seventh wheel. In other words, there will be 3 couples and me. I’ve been in this situation before, occasionally even around my own dinner table (when I have no one to blame). The asymmetry never stops me, but it always gives me pause. Will I secretly be pitied by the married guests? That’s really the fear isn’t it? I happen to know that the hosts just purchased a new dining room table, and it’s round. So we’ll all be part of one big circle. Circle of love. No problem. I’ve got this.
Artwork by Martin Creed
I read Ragtime decades ago, and remember loving it. The book got lost somewhere along the way, so I just ordered it, as a small way to pay my respects.
This past weekend, L.A. had the most unusual July weather. It rained. The stickiness evoked my East Coast childhood, and I think a lot of us transplants, now unused to such humidity were soaked in sweat and nostalgia. I was glad to have a pack of Haagen-Dazs ice cream bars in the freezer, and I happily indulged.
Painting by Oriana Kacicek