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Sheffield Admin Wednesday, September 12, 2007 at 6:19AM The electrician showed up. He was a nice guy.
He’s worked in my building, in other apartments, so he knew what was what, and he was reassuringly calm about the whole thing, telling me not to worry, except about that mess by the phones, which he was careful not to step too near, treating it kind of the way you would a dead skunk in the front hall.
Sheffield Admin Monday, September 3, 2007 at 1:52PM I’ve only been living in my current apartment for about six months, and it’s clear that I’ve got to do something about the paint color. Not to mention the radiator covers, the electrical outlets, the a/c or ceiling fan situation, and the fur accumulation (thanks to 30+ pounds of cats shedding all over everything).
Sarah Van Arsdale Saturday, September 1, 2007 at 12:37PM I may not know a Queen Anne chair from a dentist’s chair, but I can tell if a room feels welcoming and happy—or if it feels as if someone has just died there.
So, could we discuss for a minute the design of your typical police station? Talk about a place that feels as if someone has just died there. And, sadly, probably someone did die there, at some point. But even someone has died in a place, there’s no need to make the visitor feel that dropping dead then and there is the best alternative, which is how I felt upon walking into a police station the other night to report a stolen purse.
Sarah Van Arsdale Wednesday, August 29, 2007 at 6:00PM 
Last week I went to a preview showing of a new movie, Susan Minot’s “Evening.” She’s the author whose name I was struggling to remember when talking to my sister recently. All I could come up with was that she’s part of that family of writers who all write different send ups of families—some that speak to each other and others that don’t, some that are successful and others that aren’t. And this Minot, Susan, is also known for writing a novel that entirely takes place during a particular sex act—a novel that doesn’t quite work, but sure is ambitious.
