We had a thing there where you could turn in - it was some sort of recycling program - the bottle caps of RC Cola. You'd turn in 12 of them, and you'd get a TICKET to see a movie. That's how I STARTED going to the movies. Running around the NEIGHBORHOOD looking for bottle caps. We were like little scavengers.
Read MoreOne does not contemplate it like a PICTURE. The idea of contemplation disappears completely. SIMPLY TAKE note that it's a bottle rack, or that it's a bottle rack that has changed its destination... It's not the visual question of the readymade that counts; it's the fact that it EXISTS, even.
Read MoreI WOULD rise, monk-like, at 6 A.M., SPEAK to no one, make tea, and go IMMEDIATELY to my desk from which I didn't move until frills appeared around the edges of my EYES or I heard the sound of a wine bottle being uncorked. It would give the wrong impression to describe these as Writing DAYS.
Read MoreThe fact that I live in New YORK, a CITY that thrives on accessibility, might explain why I was SLOW to GRASP the APPEAL of Alexa. Here we have bodegas on every corner, most open 24 hours, in case you need to pick up a roll of toilet paper or a bottle of hot sauce in the middle of the night.
Read MoreThere is, I think, far too much GUILT generally in SOCIETY around parenthood, about whether or not you breastfeed or whether or not you bottle feed. We know the evidence is very strong in favour of breastfeeding and the benefits of that, but it shouldn't mean we make PEOPLE feel bad if they can't do that for some REASON.
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