Audrey Watters

I already felt old and tired this morning, having stayed up late to attend a Deer Tick concert in Portland. I'd had my fill of young hipsters in Portland. When I rolled out of bed this morning (late), I had to deal with the young hipsters of f8. I wasn't...

Spring brings many good things: blossoms, Farmers' Market, more live music, the kickoff of the summer music festival circuit. It was great to go downtown today to buy some fresh veggies at Saturday Market and get to hear all the different sounds -- the buskers, the main stage performers, the...

When I bought this domain and started this blog, I did so in part to help carve out my little niche on the Interwebz. Although once-upon-a-time, I was eminently Google-able, changing my name, dropping out of grad school, and ceasing my writing/publishing had put a damper on that. As I...

Today was Twitter's first developers' conference, Chirp. They made a lot of interesting announcements, including the release of some pretty impressive statistics. They've added a developer channel which contains a lot of information for those planning to develop Twitter-based applications. Following their incredibly easy directions, I've added the new @anywhere...

I wonder if I'm the last of my friends playing Fallen London. The invitations to "loiter suspiciously" have all but dwindled away. It's fine, people! It's fine. I plan to do a little research on other Twitter-based games (although honestly, I sorta want to design one myself and call it...

I know a lot of stuff about a lot of stuff. I always told my students that if they were on Who Wants to be a Millionaire? and they got one phone call, they would be fools not to give me a ring. I know the names of all the...

I remember my "Introduction to Film Theory" class in graduate school where, during a discussion of Bourdeiu's Distinction, the professor argued that her colleagues demonstrated their Taste (their Education, their Class etc) by showcasing art and literature in their living rooms and hiding their televisions elsewhere (in the den, perhaps....

Malcolm McLaren died yesterday. I am reading André Breton's Mad Love. In it, he speaks of desire and chance and poetry. He invokes Baudelaire, Rimbaud. Well I'm only on page 30ish. With my pencil, I take notes in the margins. I underline. I circle. I star things. I wonder if...

Malcolm McLaren died today at age 64. His impact on music and subculture was substantial, as was his influence on my own personal artistic tastes and philosophies. When asked to list my favorite books, Greil Marcus's Lipstick Traces: A Secret History of the 20th Century always appears. It was via...

As an email in my inbox this morning greeted me, Welcome to Day 3 of being a Freelance Writer!' So far I've written five blog posts (elsewhere, clearly, as this blog hasn't been updated since Sunday), sat in on a press conference call, got my first freelance paycheck (hellz yeah),...