The Bluest A

I’m an Anglophile of sorts. I’ve been to England a half dozen times, mostly for pleasure but occasionally for work. I adore London and its wonderful arts and culture scene, and I am captivated the city’s innovative restaurants; hello, Cambridge Street and your sublime Cornish cod. I love the sense of history both ancient and…

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How to Make a Synaesthete Crazy

The colorful illustration above drives me mad. It’s just plain wrong in so many ways, and I cringe each time I see it. I wish I could banish it to the nether reaches of the internet, or to some sort of graphic design Hell, never to be seen again.  It’s all over the web from…

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Touching the Colors

I have a friend who is in in treatment for a pelvic mass that may very well be ovarian cancer. She is in surgery as I write this post. My concern for her well being is somewhat tempered by my confidence in her physicians and care team at the University of California, San Francisco. I…

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Wear Things on Your Head

“Wear things on your head” is one of my mottos, a battlecry that unites my creative sensibilities with my sensory processing struggles. In regard to the former, while I intellectually understand how and why the contemporary language of attire has abandoned headware as a routine accouterment, aesthetically, I just don’t get it. Hats, fascinators, caps…

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