When I work I want to do work like:
Getting home at 9 pm and beginning work on a project and forgetting to take off my winter coat until 1 am when I am completely done.
That is what I want when I do work.
The zona is where I want to be when I do work.
Last week I was browsing the seasonal accessories display on the second floor of Nordstrom at the Mall of America. There were many knit hats and mittens, and, inexplicably, a rack of belts, which are not especially seasonal.
I was holding a brown cable knit hat when a sales associate came up to me and said, “Hi, can I help you find something today?”
"I’m just looking for a hat."
"What kind of hat?"
"Oh, just a plain knit hat."
"Well, we have a lot of hats available right now." We are, as I mentioned, surrounded by hats. "Would you like a warm hat?"
"Yes, that would be preferable."
"Here, let me show you a warm hat."
The seasonal accessories display is arranged around the escalators, so to get to the other shelf of hats, we had to go out into the main walkway through the store and around. I try to follow the aggressively helpful, yet strangely expressionless associate through the crowds, surprisingly thick at noon on a Friday, but I get stuck and have to go around families who are shopping together and attached at the shoulders. I catch up and meet her where she is holding a brown, knit hat that looks not much different than the one I had previously held in my hand.
"This one is super warm and they’ve been flying off the shelves. It’s really soft cashmere, and it costs $44."
"Thank you," I say.
"But that is a little more than I want to pay for a hat," I think.
I pretend to look at the cashmere hats for thirty seconds and sneak back to the rack of $25 and under hats. The sales associate is still lurking around the seasonal accessories display, and I try on these cheaper, non-cashmere hats and sneak glances into the mirror. I pull them off my head, smooth down my hair, and try on more. It takes me a long time to do this, because I think I’m cheating on the cashmere hat. The associate comes back over, says, “How is your search for a hat going.” Her voice is without inflection.
"It’s fine," I quickly say.
"Okay, well, I’m around if you need anything."
Five minutes of faking consideration later, I bring up a red knit cap ($18) to the register. She is there; she says, “I am so glad you found a hat.”
Where are you moving?
the guy at the hardware store, the handyman, the realtor, everybody
Me: “I don’t know.”
Last night I was really stressed out about work and then I went over to my auntie’s house to watch the Emmys. I walked into the kitchen and minutes later there we all were, the four of us ladies ranging in age from12 to 56, playing Kim Kardashian: Hollywood on our respective devices. What a horrifying, beautiful moment.
Hey all, big news. The new Spoon album is really good! It’s the first one I’ve been excited about since Gimme Fiction.
Installation of cat videos at the Blanton Museum of Art.