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The Musee d'Orsay has been one of my favorite museums since I first saw it in 1991, on my first trip to Paris. What's not to li...

1. I am listening to Wild on audiobook in my car. Like the people in those Audible ads, I am immersed in the book. I may appear to be dr...

I've been gardening as many hours as I can each day, as I am wont to do in the spring , so I won't be blogging much here as long as ...

I spent much of the weekend grieving about the Sandy Hook ES shootings. Then a skit on Saturday Night Live , an adult parody of "You...

The endomosaic window that Norman created for the SF Masonic Memorial Temple I saw a great documentary about Emile Norman (whom I...

I'd never thought much about coverlets until I happened upon the National Museum of the American Coverlet in Bedford, Penn., last week...

The December issue of Smithsonian Magazine includes a short article on Vivian Maier, whom it calls a "photographer of consequence....

After I uploaded my post on Deborah Berger , whose knitted pieces are on exhibit at the American Visionary Art Museum , I regretted that I ...

A couple of weeks ago, we went to the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore for the first time. The museum features "outsider...

Athough I normally avoid reality shows (because I'm not interested in dieters, dysfunctional families, or desperate "celebrities...

"The Wilkersons’ costliest board was the 1972 painting Water Dreaming at Kalipinypa, a dazzling patchwork of stippled, dotted and cross...

A short article in this month's Smithsonian magazine has inspired me to look at blogging (and also, perhaps, journal keeping) in a new...

I knew of only two other people in college who were as low on funds as I was. One was Therese, a dancer/choreographer who was so broke she ...

Color comes to my blog for a day... Here are some of the postcards I made alongside Chandra Garsson in Santa Cruz throughout the summer of ...