04 January 2000
on the page...
Haruki Murakami's
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
in my cd player...
Cibo Matto
Viva! La Woman...
I'm
consumed by the lush "La La La" of "Sugar
Water"
obsessions...
I think I really struck a chord when I mentioned that I
have some strange obsessive disorder that compels me to
only make one trip from the car to my apartment, no
matter how much I have to carry. Howard just wrote to
tell me that he, and in fact his entire family, does this
as well. Last night was a new record for me:
my regular bag,
my gym duffel bag,
my booksmith tote bag,
six grocery bags (including 5 lbs of rice and a
gallon of milk),
my gift bag from Julia,
and a new mop.
one trip.
no joke.
we all told them they were
crazy...
I couldn't think of a more unlikely person than Erika to
trek into Time Square on New Year's Eve... except maybe
her über-cautious roommate, Jeanne... but she really did
it. A
first hand account from ground
zero...
in my comment field...
"And you - I mean you're going to live
forever - you don't have time for a cup of coffee?"
Willow Rosenberg
sleep with a cloud...
An unexpected Christmas gift from my
parents, a Queen-size duvet, turns out to be the most
wonderful treat ever. I'm sleeping in Berlin, Stuttgart,
Prague again. Layers and layers of heaven envelop me.
he is top...
Michael had three new Buffy tapes waiting at work for me on Monday... v.v. fabulous of him.
and the award for the best holiday form letter goes to...
Definitely Carl... it's a real letter with fresh ideas and perspectives... little musings he's had over the last year that he wants to share with us. Though his letters only come once a year, they are such a treat to receive.
because the world needs another year-end list...
Some of my favorites from last year.