16 January 2000

on the page...
Haruki Murakami's
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
The satisfaction and fabulous closure of finishing a book? What's that?

in my cd player...
Saint Etienne
Too Young To Die: Singles 1990-1995
It was cool to hear Coupland bubbling over about how glamorous Sarah Cracknell is. It's fun when stars get star-struck.

stalling...
Ten 'till five and I still haven't gone out to Home Depot to buy the paint for my floor. A 24-hour Home Depot would be such a wonder. They have one in Brooklyn near my aunt's apartment... why not here?

golden ticket by association...
So LA Michael is part of the Screen Actor's Guild nominating committee this year... and in addition to his golden ticket to see any movie he wants for free at any time, he also has studios mailing him videos of current films like Magnolia, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Being John Malkovich, and Sweet and Lowdown. And because he's the best friend a girl could have, he's loaning them out to me. I told Marny about it and now she wants to join the Screen Actor's Guild, not to be an actor, but on the chance that she could get to see free movies, too.

in my comment field...
"For more serious occasions, put your horn-rim glasses in your breast pocket, leaving one earpiece hanging outside your coat. This reminds others that you may have to read an important telex or vital deal memo at any moment- very smart looking."
P. J. O'Rourke

laundry day...
Written on a scrap piece of paper found in the back pocket of a pair of jeans: "Even though you can't see him now, Carl is your friend." It's not my handwriting... and rereading it makes me laugh just as hard as when I first received it.

sunday times surprise...
Today is the first day in forever that I've been able to soak in the entire Sunday Times. It was quite informative and in some ways bizarre.

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