Beth

When we moved to Pittsburgh, we were going to all these new places, and my husband was always at ease and I was always a little bit nervous. No matter what I'm doing, even now, I always feel nervous, so I finally decided to embrace it, instead of shaking it off.

Have I been doomed by competence? What if I die a better administrator than an artist?

I was listening to Paramore’s “Misery Business,” a song about delighting in the misery of your boyfriend’s inferior ex and enjoying the thought of them seeing you two together. I really love that song—it’s kind of slut shamey, but honestly, like, I don’t know man, a bop is a bop—and I listen to it before I play tennis to get in a cruel and... See more

Thanks for being here and for being nervous with me. I hope this week you see a bird you’ve been looking for, that you get to do a few of the things you love, and that if you love bran muffins you don’t feel shy about it.

I still can’t wait to see Cuckoo, Blink Twice, Didi and the new Beetlejuice remake. However, the best movie of the summer *might* be Guillermo del Toro live-tweeting about paranormal activity at his hotel in Scotland, where he’s shooting a new Frankestein adaptation.

As soon as he arrived, GDT camped out in a room that someone else had already been... See more

You didn’t know quite what you thought, and you didn’t know quite how to respond to the conversation you found yourself drawn into. Maybe it felt exciting; more likely, a bit embarrassing to be dumbstruck and tongue-tied. Now you have something—maybe preliminary, doubtless evolving, but recognizably your own contribution to an ineluctably social... See more