Lately I’ve wanted to be more creative in the physical realm versus digital. Over the past few months I have made a tangible shift in habits and possessions at home, unloading the unnecessary to […]
I started an analog notebook. It’s a fuchsia Moleskine notebook, and I am filling it with pressed flowers, photos taken on instant film, and my words.
I have a homely, stately little Smith-Corona typewriter now, purchased from a nice woman who had owned it since high school in the 60’s, and I incorporate its use into my analog journaling. My d[…]
More and more often on the weekends and in the evenings I’ve insisted on vinyl and reading instead of mindless TV blaring in our sole living space.
I’ve been slightly obsessed with bifurcated sleep patterns for about two years, loving the idea of breaking my night’s sleep into two distinct blocks with meaningful, analog-y stuff in the dar[…]
I know that this yearning for what used to be does border on pointlessness (from the New Yorker, The Pointlessness of Unplugging). But for me, one who spends all day staring at computer screen for[…]