I’m sure this screams loads about my inner psyche, but I spent the New Year working on this: Constructed of wood, paint, glass Christmas ornaments, and lots and lots of glue; I’ve wittily titled it “Happy New Year”. I guess you could say December and I didn’t...

Sunshine. Warm temperatures. Beaches. Power outages. The repetitive sound of the ice cream man driving past your apartment, over and over and over again. For those with heat-resistant genetics, and the ability to both cut past traffic in a BMW convertible and simultaneously employ their...