Almost All the Time


I am struggling to write something sound and coherent in regard to how a few days ago, I attempted to educate a white man sitting next to me in a restaurant as to how his use of the word “nigger” to playfully insult his white male friend is wildly offensive.

I am struggling to write about how…


No, We Are Not ‘Born This Way’

From Science of Us: “It’s not a choice!” is a fundamental refrain of the gay-rights movement often echoed by both gay rights activists themselves and their allies. It adds a stark, clear line to the debate: You, the anti-gay-rights person, are punishing people for…

You are accused of taking part in an intrigue





Computer jacquard weaving with (the amazing) Stacy Speyer  

 Translating a painting into fabric— color into pattern—digital file into a weaving — feels like magic.  Lots more work to do here, but I’m super excited about the glitches in the translation and what this is doing to my brain.  Big thanks to Stacy and the CCA textile department for being so, so cool.  (Margaritte’s maze in blue green.)

Go syd!

Empathy means realizing no trauma has discrete edges. Trauma bleeds. Out of wounds and across boundaries. Sadness becomes a seizure. Empathy demands another kind of porousness in response. My Stephanie script is twelve pages long. I think mainly about what it doesn’t say.

Empathy comes from the Greek empatheia—em (“into”) and pathos (“feeling”)—a penetration, a kind of travel. It suggests you enter another person’s pain as you’d enter another country, through immigration and customs, border-crossing by way of query: What grows where you are? What are the laws? What animals graze there?