At The Bottom Of Everything: Recent Episodes
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This is the sixth and (for now) final episode of Mind Marginalia, as I have decided, in this New Year, to put Mind Marginalia on hiatus.
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This is the fifth episode of Mind Marginalia and it’s a special edition because it contains not only the recording of Sunday’s letter “Tokyo,” but it also includes information on a cause super special to my heart: the establishment of the Kurtis Nishiyama Memorial Award in Architecture.
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This is the fourth episode of Mind Marginalia, containing the recording of the letter “you are here,”; a little bit more on that elusive Widow Guide to the Holidays; a series of Instagram posts I saved this week; and a poem.
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This is the fourth episode of Mind Marginalia, containing the recording of the letter “the rest of it,” and a little bit more on ice-climbing with my beloved, which includes another photograph from that cold day. I have also shared the etymology of the word ‘lord,’ which is unrelated to anything except that when I read it this week, it caused me to laugh.
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This is the third episode of Mind Marginalia, containing the recording of the letter “on strength,” more from my first date with my beloved; a photograph of the slippers I called ‘insouciant’ in the letter; as well as a poem I read this week that I have carried in my pocket, to hold onto.
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This is the second episode of Mind Marginalia, containing the recording of the letter “his unfinished,” and a little bit more from my husband’s striking, heartfelt vows; along with a book recommendation, and an interview I did where I talk about art, grief, puppies, and Sharknado.
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This is the first episode of Mind Marginalia, containing the recording of Sunday's letter, "what happened?" as well as one of my husband's favourite photographs from our wedding, and a poem that I felt for 3/4 of the way.
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