Friday, August 22, 2014

Visiting from A Practical Wedding?

Welcome, and thanks for stopping by my little corner of the internet! Not Intent On Arriving started while I was vacationing in Iceland, and while I'd always meant for it to be just a travelblogue, it turned into something a little more personal along the way.

If you're interested in reading about some of my travels, this is where you want to be, but if you'd rather read my interviews with some incredible writers, this might be more your scene. And if you'd like to read more of my nonfiction work or some of my poetry, my website is a place you might like to find yourself.

I like to think of NIOA as the internet equivalent of my country house: A cozy fireplace, some lush carpets, and long dinners at a big old farm table. In actuality, it might be more like my real house: A converted commercial loft space in Brooklyn filled with a lot of books, a lot of photos, my partner's textile collection, and more than enough cat fur to go around. Either way, I hope you'll make yourself comfy, sit a spell, and let me send you a postcard if you're into getting mail the old-fashioned way.

And, in case you're wondering what I looked like with the beehive, you can see it in my most recent {This Moment} post, below.

For you regular readers who have no idea what I'm talking about, check out my post on A Practical Wedding here!

{This Moment}

Photo by Frank and Telmo of Natural Expressions NY (
Please feel free to share a link to your own moment in the comments.

Recap of this week on Not Intent On Arriving:
  • On Monday, I wrote about my weekend of meals, meals, more meals, and a little long run with a friend.
  • Tuesday I posted pictures from my oldest friend's wedding. It was beautiful
  • This week's Writer Wednesday featured another very old friend (and an incredible playwright!), Theresa Giacopasi
Writing Elsewhere:
  • On Tuesday, I posted a drawing from my first workshop at Sarah Lawrence over on my website. It's part of a new series, Ephemera from the Museum of Myself, wherein I am cataloging my own papers as if I were someone famous.
  • Yesterday, I wrote a quick first post about that same old friend, and how she made her own wedding cake, over at The Chowder Box.
  • Today, a piece I wrote about hair, love, and letting yourself live as you are is up on A Practical Wedding. Being able to say that makes me thrill with joy!
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend! This is our first weekend in ages without any plans, so I'm really looking forward to a long run and some relaxation.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Writer Wednesday - Theresa Giacopasi

Today I'm featuring someone I've wanted to feature for ages and ages, my dear friend from high school, Theresa Giacopasi. (For having been a very normal and run-of-the-mill public high school, we really produced quite a number of interesting and good human beings.) We've been buddies since the days of Drumbeat. Theresa is a ridiculously talented playwright, who is studying at Iowa right now. Her plays are touching, funny, and subtle. I can't wait until she moves back to New York and starts getting me comp tickets to all her plays on Broadway starring James Franco. (Or, like, Patrick Stewart. That is your post-grad plan, right, Theresa?)

Theresa Giacopasi by Matthew Posorske
Photo by Matthew Posorske

Who are you? I’m Theresa! I’ve known Kristin for ages now, since we were wee fellow poets on our high school literary magazine. Kristin, thank goodness, followed poetry (she knows, I hope, how dearly I love her work) – I moved on over to playwriting. I studied it at NYU for undergrad, and am now getting my MFA at the University of Iowa.

Where can you be found online? Do you have a blog or other online receptacle for your work? If so, how would you describe it to a stranger you've just met while on vacation? You can find a barely-passable website for me at; it’s just a headshot and bio, but it’s a place to hang my internet hat. You can also read an excerpt of my play Chicken. here.

I’m always trying to articulate a specific feeling or thought I have, usually intangible or barely a sentence long, and often by smashing incongruous things together. In The Monster Play, I’m placing fairy tales and monster stories alongside autism to explore fear; in Chicken., depression and surrender of agency with playing chicken with cars. I’m currently doing rewrites on Order Now, a play where I’m exploring the recent celebrity of SEAL Team Six and what that means by placing it alongside infomercials.

What inspired you to start writing/blogging? When did it happen? I’ve never not written. I started dictating stories to my mom around three, and apparently was very bossy about it. I went through a lot of writing “phases” as a kid and teen: journalism, prose, poetry. It didn’t occur to me for a long time that I could write plays, even though I loved theater and acting (although I wasn’t very good at it). The light bulb finally lit up around 17 or so. It felt like finding the perfect size in a dress you’re madly in love with, or eating the perfect meal when you thought you were too hungry to know what you wanted.

Why do you write? I write plays because theater is, I think, the best tool we have to experience and teach empathy. You can turn off TV or the internet. You can put down a book. You can walk out of the movie theater. I guess you can walk out of a play too – but the fact that it’s real live people up there, who can see you doing it, changes the interaction. That immersion and awareness is important to me.

On a larger scale, I write because if I don’t, I become intolerable. I think other people experience this with exercise; I know athletes that become absolute monsters without physical activity. I do the same thing, only with writing. But just like exercise, I do dread it until it’s over, often.

Your writing inspires me. Who inspires you? Oh goodness: everyone. I don’t read established playwrights to get jazzed to write; they just bum me out with their success. But anyone in my playwriting “cohort” is a superstar to me; the members of my writing group in New York, The Cockpit, knock my socks off. I like my peers. I like reading what they’re writing: poetry, long form journalism, weird unnecessary memoir, short stories. That’s what gets me inspired.

In keeping with the admittedly loose travel theme of Not Intent On Arriving, if you could have an all-expenses paid trip anywhere in the world, where would you go? Bhutan. Australia, because I don’t think I’ll ever justify the expense otherwise. I have a long-held yen to spend a month or so in Argentina, so that would be swell, too.

What is your favorite place on earth? A quiet bar, made mostly of wood, with good people in it drinking good things, on a cool summer day with the water nearby and trees visible from the table I’m sitting at.

Anything else you'd like us to know? I’m teaching playwriting to ages 4-14 this summer, and you know who gets structure and clear storytelling the best? The youngest kids. Those guys have Freytag’s Pyramid DOWN. If you ever have an opportunity to have a bunch of kindergartners shout “exposition!” at you, take it, for god’s sake.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Wedding of Emily and Taylor

My oldest friend got married to the man of her dreams last weekend, and I couldn't help but share some images I took at their wedding, which was a very traditional Episcopalian ceremony. It's rare that I'm truly moved during wedding ceremonies, but I found myself choked up during the reading of Corinthians 13, which feels trite in NSRV translations but profound in the KJV, and during their incredible minister's sermon, which was just beautiful. Now Roger and I are thinking of joining the church. The traditions and translations felt perfectly matched to their personalities, and the simple reception with friends and family that followed was relaxed and such a blast.

Emily and her beautiful mother, Mia, the first woman I knew who wrote poetry.

Emily made their incredibly delicious cake the day before the wedding, and wrote about the experience here: She's completely right - sometimes homemade is absolutely perfect.


Emily and Taylor reacting to the best man's beautiful speech and song.


Pixie cut twins!

Best wishes for a long and healthy life together, Emily and Taylor! I see many years of joy and love in your futures!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Weekend Wanderings - Meals Upon Meals

This was a very good weekend for eating. It began on Friday at J'eatJet, which was very tasty (we had the macaroni & cheese balls, and I had gnocchi while Roger really loved their burger), but a little pricey and very cash-only. Sigh. At least having to run to get cash meant we had cash to pay the cash-only pizza place that let us buy a pie from them the week before on trust and store credit. Brooklyn: It is cash-only, but it is also full of very incredible people.

On Saturday, I woke up early and cleaned, and then ran twelve miles with Jennifer. It was probably the most productive morning I've had in months. And the twelve miles were great! I was definitely sore afterward, but I was so glad I had her there to push me along. We finished our run along the Brooklyn Bridge and then headed to Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory for a victory cone. This has me looking forward to Trail Running Camp even more than I was before.

View from the bridge.

Really love Jennifer's shirt here.

That evening, we had Alana, Mered, and Sarah over for dinner, which, because I ran 12 miles that morning, was a TJ's chicken package with polenta and veggies. Have I ever told you that my mother is the most laid back person I have ever known, and once threw a mini-dinner party for long-lost friends that consisted entirely of Italian take-out? And it was such a blast and a definite high-point memory of mine? So basically every time I have a dinner party I try to channel her and feel good about the very fact that my house is clean enough to open the door to let them in and that there is food they can eat, whether it is good or homemade or not. Anyway, we had a good time. Sarah handmade buttermilk puddings, which I really enjoyed. They tasted a little like yogurt, but with the texture of flan.

On Sunday, we had Danielle and Beth over for brunch (quiche, plus mimosas courtesy of Danielle, plus amazing muffins that Beth brought over), and it was also a great time. 

We decided to start a food blog, called The Chowder Box, to record our weekly food salon. It turns out we all love to eat. There aren't any posts up yet, but there will be soon, and in the meantime, you can check out our About Page to see what all the hullabaloo is about.

My hope is that it really takes off and I get to move to a cabin in New England one day soon.