Today is my first day of work. Meet LBi’s newest Account Executive. 🙂
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Archive for 2012|Yearly archive page
dolce far niente
In east on 03/11/2012 at 11:40 pm
Americans know entertainment, but they don’t know pleasure.
E. Gilbert
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Gold Standard
In west on 03/11/2012 at 11:09 pm
Dinner tonight easily wins for the best meal I’ve had in NYC. Experience the joy of savoring Caracas Arepa Bar.
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fuente de agua
In east on 03/11/2012 at 10:51 am
Errands, tour, errands, warmth, rest, booking my flight to Paris.
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Yesterday/Today
In west on 03/10/2012 at 6:47 pm
A package arrived from Crate and Barrel with this beautiful carafe inside — and a delightful note from Julia congratulating me on my new job. (I have really great friends). Rachel is in town from Pittsburgh so we had drinks at the Richardson last night and the bartender named a new drink after me. Yes, friends, go order The Michelle. Then went to Union Pool and talked to Bon Jovi. Today, we recovered at Shake Shack, drooled over puppies at Pets on Lex, and had the most perfect bite of prosciutto at Il Buco. Now I’m in bed trying to gain strength for tonight.
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خيلي وقته که ازت خبري نيست
In east on 03/10/2012 at 8:57 am
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space.
Guy de Maupassant
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today and tomorrow
In east on 03/09/2012 at 12:35 am
“Were they beautiful? We were all beautiful. We were in our twenties.”
Steve Martin
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from The Unbearable Lightness of Being
In west on 03/08/2012 at 3:22 pmHe suddenly recalled from Plato’s Symposium: people were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together.
For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
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labels n’ all
In west on 03/08/2012 at 12:17 am
pizza night at home tonight with our crew. texas representin’.
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