ACTION - PHOTOGRAPHER KAIJA STRAUMANIS
Photographer Kaija Straumanis (flickr / etsy / society6) - “A literary translator and editor whose life consists of languages, books - lots of lots of books - and photography. Throw in a bit of dark humor and some Latvian culture and you’ve pretty much figured me all out.”
This is my friend and fellow Latvian translator Kaija. Final photograph features the author I translate. And serves as a great metaphor for how I feel after doing too much translation.
I miss making up dance routines with my sister.
This slideshow had me cackling. I’m really trying hard to be nice about people and trends and cities and youth and artists but can’t you just wear clothes you like to wear for whatever reason (comfort! how novel, how droll!) without it being a thing that makes you make faces like this in pictures? These are pictures of people wearing clothes — “Mall clothes,” like that means anything to anyone any more — making faces that would make me uncomfortable being stuck in an elevator with them. I feel like I should be offended some sort of inherent classicism in this but I’m laughing too hard. (J: “I don’t get it. Is this a meme?”)
Russell Ihrig, Tyler Davidson Fountain, 2014.
An illustration of the Tyler Davidson Fountain that I’m working on for an upcoming project.
Russell is awesome. This project is awesome. It is going to be so kickass. (I can hardly wait. I had a dream last night that I already had galleys! They were beautiful. Also that there was a giant poisonous spider in my handbag and a gang of rogue teenagers we had to get by under a pier but let’s not read too much into those parts of it.)
Beck’s latest creation is more than a mere sequel to 2002’s brooding masterpiece, Sea Change. It provides a glimpse of new frontiers in letting go and moving on.
Still listening on repeat.
Writing this was hard. I was very lucky to be edited by Chad Harbach, who spent many months (6? I forget. Possibly more) working on it with me. My writing group — Bennett, Anya and Lukas — also read several drafts and helped a lot. I would like to dedicate its appearance on the internet to the memory of Raffles, who cost me a lot of money but was worth every penny. I still miss you, buddy.
I was going to pretend to be “creative” for a moment and write something long and wandering about my intensely personal reaction to this essay (the kid thing, the money thing, the dream of making a living as a writer that really is just a dream, things that get me in knots when I think about them too much), but, apart from previous parenthetical, I’m just going to let it speak for itself.
My favorite thing that the internet has done for me is make me value honesty in writing & thought, and this essay rings all those bells.
Also, (old gal alert) I still don’t understand what Medium is, but I’m glad it exists so I can read things like this.
At the VIDA blog, Diane Mehta looks at the tricky question of canon formulation.
A couple of weeks ago I was coming home from work. It was dark but it wasn’t late. I had just left the subway. I was a few steps away from the entrance. Lots of people were around. Two men were walking towards me. I gave them as much room as I give anyone. One of them moved…
I wrote what I wrote earlier today before I saw Meghan’s post, before I saw Emily’s. We’re all experiencing this and I just feel like it should be obvious by now? I’m glad I’m not alone.