The Gym No. 24: Vigilantes
Don’t break your agency. The dance, seen from a perch atop a tricked-out shipping container plunked in a remarkably still-wild residential lot in East...
The Gym No. 23: Benedictions
Last week’s riffs and mantras, still good As I often do in my current answering-to-no-one writing mode, I wrote most of something but didn’t complete the...
The Gym No. 22: Arcs & eras
Nothing to do with Taylor Swift A couple weeks ago, I was talking with my daughter about the language of arcs and eras. (Warning that everything I write...
The Gym No. 21: What just happened.
In the early hours of last Thursday morning, a memory shot out of its file in my mind so immediately and clearly that I got out of bed to begin this letter....
The Gym No. 20: How to care about technology, part II
Evading hot takes with Annie Ernaux If you missed part I, it’s here. The tl;dr: The slide deck is often not the best medium for teaching, learning, or...
The Gym No. 19: How to care about technology, part I
An effort to pin down some strong vibes on reading, writing, tools, and attention (Hey friends! This is my first letter since TinyLettter went away, and I’m...
The Gym No. 18: Balance forward
Several Wednesdays ago, Zadie Smith took questions after reading from her novel The Fraud in a small auditorium in a big conference center at the University...
The Gym No. 17: Le corps de corp
Caveat: No actual economic theories or legal expertise were used in the making of this letter. In recent months, many of the corporations that my UX design...
The Gym No. 16: Adofluorescence
Yeah, I made it up. fluorescence: the emission by a substance of electromagnetic radiation especially in the form of visible light as the immediate result of...
The Gym No. 15: Tools and errors
Tiny musings to end a big year Sometime early this year, I was grating parmesan over a sheet pan of family-size baguette-pizza with a small stainless-steel...
The Gym No.14: Dispatch
From the edges of post-pandemic togetherness, spaces, and displacement The Bug Theatre stage in 1993. Photo by Reed Weimer and courtesy of the Bug Theatre....
The Gym No. 13: Fugue instinct
On stopping, going, and tentacles By early June, I’d stopped thinking about the future. Summers are short, but sending our kids back to school on the other...
The Gym No. 12: Here, there, and everywhere
On context and altars, where it landed As a critic writing in the immediate wake of a performance or experience, I felt the context in which things had...
The Gym No. 11: Archives and influences
Yesterday morning, I hurried from my side-street parking spot to Women and Their Work gallery for an event titled “Deborah Hay | Screening & Conversation.”...
The Gym No. 10: Open gym
Hey there. How’s your 2022? I still feel like I’m just peeking out. Do you read New Yorker art critic Peter Schjeldahl? I love his effusion and unabashed...
The Gym No. 9: Unflattening
On somatic accountability, interface$, and metaverse gaslighting In summer 2021, finally vaccinated but still very much tethered to home and videoconference...
The Gym No. 8: In lieu of a story
What does it mean to initiate movement from the core, from the hip, from the knee, from the toe? Each activation point tugs the body to react in different...
The Gym No. 7: Roots
Hey there. I’ve been tossing this letter around for months—between the hands of despair and hope, of anger and spring, of documenting and moving on. The...
The Gym No. 6: Uncentering (with a few more thoughts on Space)
Ah, I dreamed I was at the theatre—it was small, a blackbox. There would be a dance performance, but I didn’t get to see it. All I remember is the warmth of...
The Gym No. 5: Space
Heya, you still there? My experiment continues: I’m picking this bitty letter back up. It’ll be a little different. I can’t say for sure all the ways how,...