Hollywood made me think that a conference is supposed to be sexy. All across America, I thought, business travelers were wearing suits, ordering room service, and bumping into...
I’m meeting someone at a bar and she says she’s the one in the booth reading Anna Karenina. Indie-lit darling Shy Watson is tackling Infinite Jest for...
ONCE A DAY, at a random time, my laptop webcam photographs me. A masochistic ritual that still startles: to open a new Google tab and see my own face. I dash off a response to the...