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November 02, 2011
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October 23, 2011

Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a (hu)man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that’s a real treat…
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October 12, 2011
As much as I love New York City, after 5+ years here I can understand why some people leave. I’d like to leave some day, if only for a moment and live someplace else. When and if that happens, I hope New York will understand and take me back when I’m ready.
An Essay by Joan Didion:
Part of what I want to tell you is what it is like to be young in New York, how six months can become eight years with the deceptive ease of a film dissolve, for that is how those years appear to me now, in a long sequence of sentimental dissolves and old-fashioned trick shots—the Seagram Building fountains dissolve into snowflakes, I enter a revolving door at twenty and come out a good deal older, and on a different street. But most particularly I want to explain to you, and in the process perhaps to myself, why I no longer live in New York. It is often said that New York is a city for only the very rich and the very poor. It is less often said that New York is also, at least for those of us who came there from somewhere else, a city only for the very young.






