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from The White Album

In west on 07/25/2011 at 12:07 am

I recall an August afternoon in Chicago in 1973 when I took my daughter, then seven, to see what Georgia O’Keeffe had done with where she had been. One of the vast O’Keeffe ‘Sky Above Clouds’ canvases floated over the back stairs in the Chicago Art Institute that day, dominating what seemed to be several stories of empty light, and my daughter looked at it once, ran to the landing, and kept on looking. “Who drew it,” she whispered after a while. I told her. “I need to talk to her,” she said finally.

joan didion

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Me & Mr. Jones Will Miss You

In west on 07/23/2011 at 2:17 pm

Two months after Back to Black came out in 2007, Valerie and I drove from Austin to the Grand Canyon to Los Angeles and blared Amy Winehouse the entire time. Earlier today, we called each other at the very same moment to see if the other had heard about her passing.  It’s a tremendous loss and I find myself increasingly annoyed with people’s rude and insensitive Facebook comments regarding her addictions, rehab, etc.  She may have suffered from her own personal demons, but she put forth fantastic, fantastic music that should – and does – speak for itself.

RIP

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To: Calder

In east on 07/21/2011 at 9:38 pm

I’ve always enjoyed  looking at the playfulness of an Alexander Calder mobile. Today, google has dedicated their background image to one of his works- and it moves just like in real life!

Happy Birthday Alexander Calder!

n

love, Ira Glass

In west on 07/21/2011 at 11:42 am

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BlOCK PARTY

In east on 07/21/2011 at 7:03 am

Who: New Museum Block Party

What: Free day of events, performances, activities and admission to the museum!

When: Sat, Jul 23, 2011
12:00 PM – 5:00 PM

Where: Sara D. Roosevelt Park (Chrystie Street between Delancey and Broome)

Hope ya’ll can make it!

n

wednesdays

In west on 07/20/2011 at 9:39 pm

Lesson learned? When people say, “You really, really must” do something, it means you don’t really have to. No one ever says, “You really, really must deliver the baby during labor.” When it’s true, it doesn’t need to be said. Tina Fey

greetings from the new home,

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During the conversation, an awkward moment occurred

In east on 07/18/2011 at 10:42 pm

we are meant for each other and not meant for each other. its a contradiction.

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goodbye baby blix

In west on 07/17/2011 at 9:51 pm

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.
 
philip larkin

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encountering

In east on 07/16/2011 at 6:52 pm

I want to be seen, heard, felt.

_Tennessee Williams

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on Living, on Leaving

In west on 07/15/2011 at 10:45 pm

Two years ago, I moved into the most special apartment, a place that quickly became my favorite home. I moved in and slept on a mattress in the middle of the bedroom and left to Vegas the next day. I painted my living room wall a pale sea foam, I climbed out the window onto the roof when I wanted air, I lounged and loved and had a very beautiful time in this dear place. I had a big Christmas dinner, a neighbor that hated me, pink ruffled pillows, and weekly meals with my mom. I spent four hours baking alfajores, endless time in my bathtub, and many, many nights pulling into my spot thinking: I love coming home. 

It is my last night in this apartment. It is my last time on this couch, in this spot, watching Friday Night Lights. It’s the series finale tonight for Coach Taylor and for me. Everything is changing.

Bless you little home, bless you for everything.

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