It’s February, and I’m convinced that February in the Pacific Northwest is one of the most dreary experiences known to man. It’s almost superimposed depression—inescapable and paralyzing. Apathy is binding and compulsory.
The February-like qualities of the Pacific Northwest (cold, wet, dark) are often present throughout the year, but they’re heightened and exaggerated right now—to the extent that the earth’s foggy dampness seems to permeate human brains and bodies.
Each February that I’ve spent in Olympia, I’ve noticed a trend in my own behavior: wanting to sink into the most soul-crushing, mind-numbing, bodily degrading demeanor I can, trying to find a delicate balance between practicing existential self-awareness and completely ignoring my own sanity.
Continue reading “In Disparagement of February”
This week, I was given the opportunity to speak at an American Jewish Committee event in Seattle. It was their annual reception and campaign event, meant to inform donors about recent AJC action and advocacy. I was sent on a weeklong free trip to Israel about a year ago by a group called Project Interchange, which is a division of AJC, so AJC was looking for some testimonials from people in the area who had taken this trip in the past year. Continue reading “12/2/2012 speech for AJC Seattle”
On one especially auspicious Tuesday night in late June, we poured some red wine, turned off all the lights except the string of dim red Christmas ones, and I put on a skirt I don’t have any business even owning. We queued the familiar six songs of a local artist, the only songs of AKA360 on ReverbNation, put the list on repeat, and danced….
— Continue reading “No Elbow Space: An introduction to AKA and the Heart Hurt Goods”