in my cd player... Belle and Sebastian If You're Feeling Sinister   "'This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye' Said the hero in the story 'It is mightier than swords I could kill you sure But I could only make you cry with these words'"   on the page... Donna Tartt The Secret History   into... USGS applications; burning new memories atop thunderstorms; lingering ironic jealousy; mind-numbing work for a good cause; Latin tirades against God on prime time television; freshly dry-cleaned and pressed clothes; the city quiet of a holiday weekend   moved on... I don't even think I signed it. Just slid it into a plain white envelope, scribbled his address, and set it out for the postman to pick up tomorrow.   I remember spending days laboring over the perfect letter to him. The mobile, the puzzles. True artistically epistolary masterpieces. Now it's two tiny sheets of white paper, not more than 5 short paragraphs, written two months ago and seemingly discarded. Haphazard and fleeting.   A definite end to some undefined chapter in my life.   a city night... Vindigo New York is synched and ready to go. A night open to possibilities and free from expectations. The perfect way to sink into Manhattan for a few sparkling nighttime hours.   in a pinch... I could count on Mom to tape the season finale of The West Wing when I carelessly ran out of the house last Wednesday to catch my plane to Boston without setting my VCR. Unconditional love + TWW accountability. She's pretty special.