Author: Kate

  • Read Harder 2018

    I decided to try and read more last year, and 2017 ended with a respectable 36 books tallied. Not bad for a year spent in the intellectual doldrums. (That isn’t drama, either; the worst and longest of my depressive episodes had me vegetating on the couch, staring blankly as episodes played on loop on the…

    Library shelves with books - header for Read Harder Challenge 2018
  • Stop. Look.

    I’ve been organizing my LA trip photos, more than half of which cover our LACMA visit. The expansive LACMA campus houses more art than my phone memory can hold, but I did snap my favorites from the impressive modern and contemporary art collections and the rotating exhibits. As it turns out, that means amassing shots…

    Some photos from Sarah Charlesworth's Stills series
  • The sounds of 2017

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    Last year, I set a little project for myself. I’d gotten back to listening to music in earnest, and since depression and lack of practice kept me from writing an adequate record of my year, I decided to remember in aural impressions instead. And so started my 2017 playlist. I didn’t set hard rules for…

    A pair of black headphones against a solid yellow background
  • Thinking about trains*

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    * Did I struggle not to make “train of thought” puns? Maybe. (Update: We’re back in the Bay Area!) Mass transit has been on my mind recently. In a piece for The New York Times, Jonathan Mahler examines the (in)famous New York subway’s deterioration and makes the case for the system’s repair and maintenance, if…

    Photo of subway passengers
  • Learning Los Angeles

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    Our departure from Los Angeles has been delayed a day, thanks to the arrival of 2018’s first storm. Flash flood warnings have been up all morning, and the freeway that would have brought us to Union Station — Highway 101 — lost 30 miles to water and mud. We soldiered on for a bit, trying to…

    A sunset photo of the Los Angeles skyline
  • Switching on

    The internet contains a near-infinite number of rabbit holes to get lost in. For the past couple of years, I’ve been scurrying down whichever ones I could find. I tend to do that during depressive slumps: hole up in my room, laptop perched on my knees and a network of virtual escapes at my fingertips.…

    Photo of a lighthouse against a dark backdrop