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It’s March, 2008, and I’m waiting in an outpatient infusion center for my wife to finish her three-times-a-week chemotherapy. What no one tells you is how quotidian and, honestly, how boring the process actually is. In those long hours spent just waiting with her I began writing this site. It was Alice’s “Drink Me” bottle and, even if only for an hour or so at a time, the rabbit hole. It was either that or more obsessing about how bad this all was becoming.
Then one early December day—a day with fat snow flurries that would melt as soon as you touched them—she was gone.
Everyone’s blog begins like this, right?
That was more than a decade ago—either a lifetime or just yesterday. The site is still something of my rabbit hole, but it’s now less about trying to escape the events of my own past and more about trying to learn about the events of someone else’s. It’s become a place to organize fragments of my interests in art or design or history; or my interests in other things—often interests held since childhood—sometimes loosely filtered through the lens of art, design or history; or sometimes not.
Along the way I’ve learned more than is probably healthy about Canadian quintuplets, murdered teenage cheerleaders, young stage actresses, middle-aged academic cartographers and elderly Victorian taxonomers. These stories are all now my personal Koh-i-Noor’s, displayed in my very own Crystal Palace.
Everyone’s blog ends up like this, right?
—November 12th, 2019. Administrativa