Bailey A. Sheehan
Next Gen John Heinz
I heard Bailey’s name for years before the two of us actually met, through Rahul. Over the summer I learned what a good cook Bailey is when I went over to Bailey and Rahul’s house for a few dinners, one with memorable biscuits and gravy. There were a few good weeks in there when we all watched Drag Race together. Bailey’s a Drag Race aficionado.
Cooking, on the Condition of Now
Out of these contributors, I think I’ve known Connie the longest. We went to school together, and since then I’ve admired their quiet ferocity and intense intelligence and kindness. Connie was one of the first people I videochatted with in the pandemic, in March—along with mutual friends, we worked on the New York Times Sunday crossword.
I met Ella this year, unexpectedly, in Connecticut. The first movie we watched together was Titanic, which neither of us had seen before, and we fell asleep. Most recently, we watched the first two installments of Kieślowski’s Dekalog and also fell asleep, but only during the second film.
Everything Must Go
I remember when I first moved to New York, I used to run into Gee all the time. At first it was surprising to me, but then it made sense – Gee’s kindness makes you feel at home wherever you are. Gee is razor-sharp and someone who makes me feel excited about the possibilities of publication as form.
The last time I hung out with Kaitlin, we shared mango licorice outside her house, which is down the street from mine in Germantown. Her dog Maybe was there, and we were both stressed but I felt a definitive lift being around her.
Wilmer Wilson IV
The last thing I texted Wilmer was a video of me skateboarding, badly, in an empty parking lot. The last thing Wilmer texted me was about puzzles, which we did a lot of collaboratively last winter. We’ve also collaborated on book projects, art, partnership, cooking, foraging, and so on. Wilmer’s one of my oldest friends.
Zan de Parry & Demyan Hryciw
Conflicts AS Interest
Zan and our mutual friend Chelsea used to have these gatherings called PP Party at their house in South Philly back when we gathered inside/in person/in groups, and I distinctly remember a performance given by Zan last winter at the foot of the staircase that was one of the best readings of a poem I’d heard. Me and Wilmer used to drink fancy cocktails Zan made at a bar downtown, which I miss.