Nearly finished with The Old Man and Me, the latest Elaine Dundy resurrected by NY Review of Books.
I enjoy letter writing so much! Wish I did it more often. Maybe my hand wouldn’t get quite so sore if I did.
Far superior to The Dud Avocado, and just as much, if not more, fun to read.
The cable company is holding me hostage tomorrow. My appointment is anywhere from 10am to 8pm. Going to be the worst day ever.
Shakespeare potluck & reading with friends is my new favorite Thursday night activity. I played Don Pedro…meddling matchmaker.
Just had an epic day of work, yoga, sushi, Much Ado About Nothing, & ginger cookies…too many ginger cookies…cream-filled.
Why is Blaine’s hair SO flat and awful at the end of this movie? I guess it reflects his depressed demeanor.
Watching Pretty In Pink and marvelling at Molly Ringwald’s clothes and James Spader’s hair.
RT @MaudNewton: Molly Ringwald, actress & sometime book reviewer, pays tribute to John Hughes. http://tinyurl.com/mdkgj3 (via @mariemockett)
Finally made an appt for an Internet installation. Reached my breaking point.
One book into my Russia project: Eugene Onegin is finished. Pushkin’s prose is up next, found at Three Lives, my new fave bookshop.
True Blood obsessed
“Once more an idler, now he smothers/The emptiness that plagued his soul/By making his the thoughts of others/A laudable and worthy goal.”
I forgot how much I adore Eugene Onegin.
Enjoying mint lavendar tea at cafe pedlar in cobble hill. I think this is my favorite neighborhood in Bklyn.
