Posted in sui generis on August 5, 2010| Leave a Comment »
The books are shelved, the furniture is roughly situated, spouse travels for work (DC this week), and I meet with old friends and new friends in the city that “never sleeps” rather than exhibiting Chicago’s “toddling” ways. I did not manage to get a bead on Philly’s character during my scant 15 months or so […]
Posted in sui generis on July 28, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Books packed, furniture disassembled, papers purged, clothing sorted, kitchen to be stored tomorrow by the professionals. Pictures removed from most walls to be carefully stowed in special containers by people with insurance who will pay for damage. And this image watches over the quiet chaos, as she has for the past partial year, with a […]
Posted in sui generis on November 15, 2009| Leave a Comment »
This year I repositioned my life from Chicago. For opportunities and new challenges, I moved with my husband from a downtown Chi-town loft building into a 1920s era vintage apartment building in the Rittenhouse Square area of Philadelphia. As we settle into our “shabby chic” dwelling, I continue my observations, my staring, through layers of […]
Posted in books, sui generis on April 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
The packers are assembling our lives in boxes. With care and appropriate respect. As husband said last night when I had a little melt down while packing for the next few weeks and (the deep storage stuff) for the rest of our lives: you’re feeling the pain of busting open the frame. Precisely right. My […]
Posted in books, judy garland, sui generis, tagged The Marvelous Land of Oz on December 1, 2010| Leave a Comment »
After a year of blogging (and some years of blather on discussion boards and other internet communities) I have reached a perhaps inevitable moment — the splinter moment. I began this adventure on my original blog urban excavations (msteketee.wordpress.com) at a time of upheaval in my life: a recent move from Chicago, a city I […]
Posted in on November 30, 2010|
I wandered through an exhibit featuring the work of photographer Robert Frank at the Metropolitan Museum in October 2009 (“Looking In: Robert Frank’s The Americans“) and found some words to live by on almost every exhibit wall. Printed words and projected images. These words came early in the exhibit: “I am always looking outside, trying to […]
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