I went to the Sunday Nobody fake ID pop up and needed a name that was both very serious and completely absurd to fit the bill. Florine Grassenhopper is a play on the Stettheimer sisters of art legend and the weirdest insect on earth. She's an alter ego I slip into to remember that I can be proper and whimsical, serious and joking, beautiful and have serated violin legs.

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No screen Sundays. If I want to listen to music its CDs or radio. If I want to watch a movie, no I don’t. If I want to see a friend, I will make plans with them on Friday or Saturday to meet up. As a result, I read more, write more, and sit with questions like “did Citizen Kane‘s 50 year winning streak in the Sight and Sound critics choice survey end in 2012 or 2022? When did Stephen Merritt come out? Whats the etymology of Whitsun?“ This is something that I have practiced off and on for many years but I’ve been doing it every week since December and I love the way that it just allows me one day of true freedom and rest.
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