I first met my father in my early thirties. It sounds like a classic case of Freud’s family […]
When I look back on adolescence, I don’t really remember high school. What I remember most is a […]
Every time I travel or go grocery shopping, I am inexorably drawn to Real Simple. Those glossy minimalist […]
…the feeling of the Guildhall, and of the tombs, and even of some of the manuscripts I look at, turned out to be a gregarious physicality. Eyebrows raised, lips pursed, they’re quite as curious about you as you are about them. The feeling you get is not quite time travel, but time evaporating. Not future shock, but past shock.
Welcome to Avidly, a summer school experiment, if you will. This is a place to indulge enthusiasm for thinking […]