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— I have now graduated in my life to a higher thread count. I have been living for years with kinda scratchy low-thread-count sheets, because I never wanted to spend the money for the higher thread-count. But after rolling around in Allison’s bed a couple weeks ago, and glorying in the SOFTNESS of those SHEETS … I figured that I was no longer willing to scrimp on the thread-count. I now have the softest bestest most scrumptious-est sheets ever. Going to sleep is a newfound pleasure.<\/p>\n

— I’m reading Orwell’s Collection of Essays<\/a>\"\"<\/i>. I’ve read all his political ones before – but not his book reviews, and his personal essays. His essay about his boarding school upbringing (“Such, Such Were the Joys” …) is devastating. His honesty takes my breath away. It’s an indictment. On all counts. His essay on Dickens is ENORMOUS – a mini-book … and I’m looking forward to reading that one next.<\/p>\n

— I watched Shopgirl<\/i> the other night and ended up crying myself to sleep. Literally – like Diane Keaton in Something’s Gotta Give<\/i>. I have no idea if it really is that powerful or if it’s just my mindset right now – no way to tell. It cut me to the core. I thought it was a tremendously moving and serious film. During the opening shots – which is a helicopter shot of LA from above – long, slow, and very very “omniscent” – that was the word that came to me. It was like God looking down, indifferent to all of us. Anyway, as I watched the opening of the film, knowing that this was going to be a small story, a delicate 3-way story … I thought to myself, “This camera stuff is a bit ponderous and omniscent for a story like this one …” Two minutes later, Steve Martin’s voice over comes in: “I think for Mirabelle, we need to find an omniscent narrator …” or something like that. So the omniscence I sensed was appropriate. I felt really smart. That was the point of that story. How smart I felt.<\/p>\n

— Every year I say to myself: “Make sure you avoid the city on the day of the Puerto Rican parade!” It’s the worst parade of the year. Sorry, Puerto Ricans. Glad you’re proud of yourselves! Your parade SUCKS. It’s the WORST. But every. single. year I forget and I find myself in, like, Times Square, right in the middle of it. It’s so annoying. This year was no different. I really need to remember next year – put it in my calendar or something so I stay OFF THE ISLAND that day.<\/p>\n

— Hard to believe that this is actually real, and not air-brushed<\/a>. So so gorgeous.<\/p>\n

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