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While Linn is upstairs washing her big Swedish headful of hair in preparation for her First Blogging Experience, I am going to write this down before I forget:

The movie, "Never Been Kissed", starring Miss Drew Barrymore, is about me.
I watched it last night here at Mint Manor at 3 am and the similarities are STUNNING. (For the record, I thought the plot was airy and stupid, but the performances and cast were very good indeed.) Witness:

1. Heroine woman in early-mid twenties with little to no sexual experience (hence the title).
2. Heroine not a stick figure (although I ain't no Drew Barrymore, at least she isn't a wafer.)
3. Heroine knits and makes things like pillows in her spare time. The quilt on heroine's bed EXACTLY the kind of thing I would have in my room; in fact, heroine's apartment almost exactly how I would decorate my own apartment.
4. Heroine has a pet turtle. (!!!)
5. Heroine clings to her love of "proper/standard" grammar and often corrects people without thinking on their choice of words.
6. Heroine fancies herself a poet, to less-than-stellar results.
7. Heroine's only real friend in high school a bespectacled, brilliant young woman with thick glasses.
8. Heroine and said friend BOND OVER "Free to Be You and Me"!!!!
9. Heroine's high school experience miserable.

Every single one of these, down to the bespectacled best friend bonding over "Free to Be", describes me EXACTLY.
To be sure, there are several differences: I'm not a looker like Miss Barrymore, I'm no good at math, I'm not blonde, I would never wear a pink boa in public. But I think I would DEFINITELY hang out with Molly Shannon, were the opportunity to arise.

Also, during one part of the movie they played an R.E.M. song that my friend Robert sent me that I love and have never heard anywhere else. {g}

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:06 PM | shower me with attention

You HAVE seen these haven't you?
(Okay, I CAN make clickable names, but only for URLs I actually remember. )

Anyhoo. Aren't they just to die? Jess sent them to me. She can't remember where she got the so I was hesitant to put them up, but they are SO damned pretty that I just have to. If someone objects I'm sure they'll tell me. I'm... personable. {g}

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:17 PM | shower me with attention

By the way, I wasn't supposed to let on who "F.C." was, you know, but obviously I let it slip here before I realized how many people were reading this blog. So when I DO post about it to the newsgroup, just don't let on you know. ;) We'll let everyone think it's Dave or something. {g}

It'll just be a secret between you, me, and the non-celebrities involved. {g}

Today is another XTC day, more of the "Skylarking" variety.

Erica had better get her butt over here. She can't blow me off for Stingy Lulu's this time, dammit. {g}

I WANT TO BE IN ASPEN RIGHT NOWWWWWWWW.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:14 PM | shower me with attention

Well, this is one of the times when it is INSANELY frustrating to be away from my computer. I just checked my AOL mail by phone, and what do you think I heard but a message from my Faithful Correspondent at Aspen? F.C. had a wonderful, tantalizing report, which s/he bids me share with anyone or everyone, and I can't post it or anything from here! S/he might as well have waited to report when s/he gets back Sunday night for all the good it does me, being here! S/he typed up a report at 3 in the morning Aspen time, knowing I couldn't wait, and here I am unable to DO anything with it!

Not to mention the fact that I want to beg more details.

Oh, imagine my frustration!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:58 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, March 01, 2001

Another Thursday night means another night of channel-surfing the digital cable at Mint Manor. (This means I can't make anything clickable because I'm on webtv, and a non-clickable blog entry makes me sad. Que serra, serra.)

So I found out from Kitana's blog that Serra has a blog. (How do you like THEM segues?) And it's called "Crunchy Blog" which made me giggle and say aloud, "LARK'S VOMIT!", which makes me SOME Kinda Geeky!

I was distracted all day today, it being Aspen Day. Today, real live people saw The Documentary, and I wasn't one of them. But I was jittery and preoccupied and excited all day. I tried to explain it to my friend Terry in sociology class, but I don't think he QUITE understood the magnitude of this day.

---- had better give a full report, dagnabbit! I'm dyin' here!

I can't stop thinking of Don King saying "So, Foley, you're at Aspen?"

Obsession.

Well, I had my first Academic Fantasy today. I had to write a fake research proposal for sociology class, so I wrote it about the internet and fandom and tied it into Ade's KITH/Canada/comedy/nationalism/gender/fandom work, and it led to a long, satisfying fantasy about it being submitted and me being given a research grant, and using the money to go to Ann Arbor and live there and help Ade write her book. What a pathetic fantasy! Pathetic! That was worthy of Billy Dreamer!!

Kitana's blog made me think of the song in "Willy Wonka" that goes, "Gooses.... geeses.... I want a goose that lays gold eggs for Easter... 'bout a hundred a day..."

I want to go see the Oscars with Goose and Goose's Matt.

Oh oh oh Aspen Day was so exciting. Oh please please let there be good news to come out of this! Like Kitana, I wished so hard all day that I was there...but I DO feel we're adequately represented, as ---- is so goil-worthy. (Not to mention Crissy. Not to mention Dave, by gum!)

(By gum?)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention

Laura, it was the one that was on last night... "Law and Order" meets "The Real World".

Well, Stephanie's latest blog made me cry.
This is maybe a sign I should take my Gleemonex and go to bed... and yet somehow I don't think I will.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:54 AM | shower me with attention

Goose's Matt just worked codpieces into his blog. He is officially Da Man.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:41 AM | shower me with attention

I love him so much.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:09 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, February 28, 2001

A week or so ago I had a day where I was home and kept hearing a noise coming vaguely from the direction of my turtle, Progo's tank. It was a strange, sort of low, chirp-like sound, and I couldn't discern whether it was coming from Progo himself or from something nearby, like the refrigerator or something. I became almost convinced that Progo had an upper respiratory infection and was probably dying, and that this noise was his desperate wheezing. (This is still a possibility, because the little bugger doesn't eat anything except cat food and bananas, which is supposed to be a very bad diet for turtles), but eventually the noise stopped and I forgot about it.

Today, I heard the same sound coming from right in front of me on the computer desk.
It was my sister's cell phone. "Why's it DOING that?" I shrieked.
She shrugged. "It chirps."

Holy CHRIST.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:59 PM | shower me with attention

This is the WORST episode of "Law and Order" I've ever seen. It's laughably bad. I'm laughing at its badness.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 PM | shower me with attention

I have this in my head:

"Punky Brewster,
I always want you here with me-e
Wo-oh, o-oh!"

Over and over and over. It's not even from the LIVE Punky; it's the CARTOON Punky song.

By the way, Starsong07 is beating all your asses. She's gonna get the tee shirt if y'all aren't careful. {eg}

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:11 PM | shower me with attention

I just emailed simutronics and requested that they reactivate my dragonrealms account. Why did I do that? That was such a stupid thing to do. Now if it works, I'll be thrown into THAT spiral of addiction again.

And I'm loving it.

Woe is me. Pray for me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:42 PM | shower me with attention

Today's an early-XTC day, and so I sing,

"And all the while, Graham slept on
dreaming of a world where he could
DO JUST WHAT HE WANTED TO."

I can't be a punk or a thug or anything because I don't really WANT to do anything, not to mention anything worth prohibiting.

I need some ambition. If anyone has any to spare, please drop me some .

Meanwhile, I have the following songs for my Dave Mix, if ever I get my computer and therefore CD burner back into working order:
XTC - Green Man, Senses Working Overtime, Are You Receiving Me?
Squeeze - Black Coffee in Bed
Clash - Lost in the Supermarket
Aimee - Susan, Deathly
Kinks - that Ape Man song
Randy Newman - that Bug song
some Beauhunks interlude of some sort

I'm sure there are other songs that remind me of Dave, but I can't think of them at the mo'. Probably should be some El Vez in there too, and something by BNL and Fountains of Wayne and Sloan.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:00 PM | shower me with attention

GODDAMMIT, Goose's Matt!! Just what I need, ANOTHER blog to read. I tried to resist, but unfortunately, yours is really funny.

YOU LAUGH IN JAIL, AH!!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:53 AM | shower me with attention

Kirsten looks good in the scrambled egg scarf...

...but it is mine, she can't have it. I'm making her a purple one. It doesn't look like any sort of food.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:46 AM | shower me with attention

I am bored and shall now hold a contest.
Illustrate the following verse:
"The mother,
the father,
the serpent,
the priest;

The foreman,
the woman,
the widow,
the beast.

Aren't you glad you're not one?"

There must be a picture of a bass (not the fish, but the instrument) somewhere in the illustration, and the illustration must include the actual lyrics. Be as creative or uncreative as you wish. I don't
expect anyone to actually do this but if you DO and I like yours better than anything else, I'll make you a "Dunk Me" tee shirt or something. (Unless you have one, in which case I'll make you some other kind of tee shirt.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:43 AM | shower me with attention

Kirsten is telling me about her school day and I am pretending to listen.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:39 AM | shower me with attention

I feel I must clarify that I HAVE drawn naked ladies before, but that this was my first time with an actual MODEL. Okay.

I SHOULD be reading about British colonialism in India, but I am not. I just took a lovely long bath/shower and got all the art class dirt off of me and I'm all pruny and damp and cold. I'm almost done with _Dracula_ and about that I feel regret. It's got a lot of long, boring, unnecessary bits, but the scary bits are worth it. I'll want to see some film versions when I'm through, but I hear that none of them are truly faithful to the book. Still, I'll want to see _Nosferatu_, and the '31 Lugosi, and the '92 Coppola. I must say that I'm still not particularly fascinated by vampires per se, but it was a fun book to get into in the wee hours.

On with the cast of characters. I met Erica in Kindygartern when we were both five. She's been my best friend since then, along with Tennessee Steph. (Tennessee Steph WAS Brooklyn Steph, but she went to college in Tennessee and now she has one of those drawls. Hmph.) So, Erica is an English major at Pace University, and besides being a great KITH fan and cohort on my many KITH adventures, she's a glam-lovin' foo' with an excellent fashion sense and a particular fondness for the works of Oscar Wilde.
Erica comes on lots of my non-KITHy adventures, too. (Steph does too when she's not busy being all Tennesseean. :P) Together we've been to London, Paris, Dublin, Toronto, Montreal, several islands in the Carribbean, all over the continental United States, and, lest we forget, Disney World. Mustn't leave out Disney World.
Erica's also really, really pretty, but I still love her. {g}

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:38 AM | shower me with attention

A couple of firsts in art class tonight:

1. First time I drew a naked lady. It was cool. She had poofy hair.

2. First time I caught someone sketching me on the sly. It was during a break and I was sitting on a stool, drinking a Diet Coke and staring into space, and I turned my head and saw this girl who's not a regular in the class, sitting on the floor across the room, drawing me. I caught a peek; it was also cool. No one's ever wanted to draw me before.

Also, Professor Swain made me stand in a pool of purple oil paint all night. He usually doesn't tell us where to stand but I guess he wanted things orderly for our first art model, so he directed me to the easel that happened to be directly above a pool of sticky, thick, purple oil paint. It got on everything-- my shoes, my paper, my bag, my favourite jeans. I think I was being punished for drawing "neanderthal lines". So I'm a little heavy-handed... does that mean I have to ruin my favourite pair of jeans?

Well, anyway, I like Professor Swain so I guess he dind't do it on purpose. But sheesh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:38 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, February 27, 2001

Today I'm goin' Sports Fishin'. I haven't done that in awhile, although for some reason the back is as scratched as all the rest of my CDs.

Oy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:30 PM | shower me with attention

Doesn't this page look like someone peed all over it?

For some reason I can't mail erin from Netscape and I don't feel like opening AOL at this moment, so if you happen to be reading this, next Tuesday is perfect.

Did I go on and on about erin yet? She's also one of my best friends, more real-life than online, but I met her on the newsgroup so she counts as on online person. I outlined pretty nicely many of the reasons I love her in a private email recently, and
that's none of your business {g} but I'll suffice it to say that her honesty, talent, and really cute dog Ellie are all {bad metaphor} prime ingredients in the soup of my
love. {/bad metaphor} I'm not just sucking up to her right now to get her to design my page faster, by the way. She's just logically next in my Cast of Characters. :P Let me do my stupid things without comment please, it pleases me.

I also credit (or blame) erin for my former Rent fixation. It's something we bonded over in 1997 and are now vaguely ashamed about... but I can still sing every word from every song, dagnabbit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:24 PM | shower me with attention

Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten Kirsten; womb-mate. Room-mate. Anime-loving Japanophile. Short; blond; fast-talking; excellent memory for anything from our shared childhood. Needs to keep her hands off my stuff and stop wearing my clothes, as I can't fit into hers. Fun to sing with; can stay on key.

What I REALLY wanted to say was:
I love hearing from Dave fans. Honest, I do, I'm not lying. Generally, they're a very nice bunch. Even when they're not, they're all complex, complicated, beautiful human beings with qualities and histories that are I'm sure fascinating, every one, and it's always pleasant to hear what they have to say...

...EXCEPT when they're psychotic. If you happen to be reading this and you happen to be psychotic, PLEASE do not email me. Please, I beg you. Those of you who are NOT psychotic, mail me all the live-long day.

(Kirsten thinks I should use reverse psychology. I'll try that. Okay. Psychotic Dave Fans, PLEASE EMAIL ME NOW!!!!!!)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:35 AM | shower me with attention

I believe I have also mentioned Ade. Ade's character and impact on my life is too deep and detailed for me to adequately outline here, so I'll go with the basics.
She's one of the few people I'm still in contact with today who was already a regular on the alt.tv.kid-in-hall newsgroup when I got there in late '94-early '95. She was Adrienne then. I remember the very day I first started calling her "Ade". It was the first time we ever met in New York, and the second time I'd ever met her in person. (That first time was also the same day, although later in that day, that this story takes place. We were having lunch at Tavern on the Green (for the kitsch, of course) and I was actually eating. (These were back in the days when I had trouble eating in front of New People/Online People. I'm feeling MUCH Better Now. ) I said to her, "You know, I keep having the urge to call you 'Ade' for some reason!" and she told me that that's what her family calls her and she would love it if I wanted to call her that!
And it stuck, you see. So I take credit for that, I do, I do.
So I've known Ade for about 6 years now, and we met through our KITH fandom (and, particularly, our appreciation and love of Dave.) Ade is an anthropologist grad student at U Mich whose specialty leans towards gender, comedy and Canadian studies. I credit her with getting me interested in learning and life again, helping bring me out of my shell and find more about what I like and what keeps me awake, and helping me get out of my house and into a college situation. (I also credit Dave indirectly with some of this, whether he likes it or not. )
Ade's one of my best friends.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:56 AM | shower me with attention

By the way, I am completely aware of how UGLY the yellow background looks.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:49 AM | shower me with attention

I was asleep and now I'm not. Funny how that works.

I think I will now, and whenever the mood strikes me, gradually run through the cast of characters in Taviedom... ostensibly to make things less confusing to whoever may be reading these words (we haven't established exactly WHO that is but apparently some people ARE ), but really because I just tend to do that in my head, dorkily think of the people I know and make up descriptions for them as they would appear in the dorkiest of fantasy role-playing guides.

Who've I mentioned so far? There's Bob. Bob, like most people I know, is someone I met
through the internet. He does not, however, count as a true internet person, because I met him in real life FIRST. He lives in the same building as my friend Rynn, who I will get to later.
Bob has several outstanding features, among which are the most delicious laugh that I have ever laid ears upon. Rich, hearty, booming, chock full of nutritious and wholesome ingredients, if I still ate bread I'd want to spread his laugh on bread and eat it with my afternoon tea (if I enjoyed such a meal, which, sadly, I do not.)
Last November, my friends Linn and Kitana and Ade and I all flew out from our separate locations to San Francisco to see Ade give her Kids in the Hall paper at the AAA's (American Anthropological Association convention). The whole trip was really a lovely excuse for us to all get together and see Rynn. There we met lovely Puddin', or Kitten Diane, who IS an internet person, and Rynn introduced us to her neighbour, Bob, who has BECOME an internet person (for me). But I knew him in person first! That is very special!
Bob and I have become good friends by email (that is when I remember to answer back... anyone who knows me knows I can be a real stinker about getting to email). Also, I can not forget his other outstanding feature: not only a gourmet laugher, but a gourmet hugger, is Bob. And he Gets It. He just Gets It.
There's just so much Bobness to enjoy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:48 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, February 26, 2001

Um.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:27 PM | shower me with attention

Itchy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:06 PM | shower me with attention

Oh Jesus. That's Jesus in that Judy Garland movie. Victor Garber is so old. Did he just instantly get old after "Godspell"? In every other thing I've ever seen him in, he looks like THAT.
Maybe if he regrew the afro...

No. ::shudder:: No.

Speaking of "Godspell", I gave Linn a blog page of her own . Let's see if she ever uses it.

Finally, Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob. There you go, Bob.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:59 PM | shower me with attention

I'm supposed to draw three pictures of tennis shoes for homework and I don't want to. I've been putting it off a week and I think I shall put it off until the very last possible second... I have to leave for class at 5:00 tomorrow, so I'll start the drawings at 4:45. Yeah.

I just overheard my father say, "Do you know how many Tolkein fans oohed and aahed when I showed them my wedding band?"

Holy Christ.

I'm sleepy. I guess I'll go to sleep. Except I think la soeur is in my bed right now. Why she can't sleep in her own bed I couldn't say.

I just realized that none of my teachers this semester call me "Tavie". Usually there are one or two that I don't bother training, but this time around I was just too lazy to establish myself as anything but "Octavia". Phooey. PHHHHOOOOOOOEY.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:56 PM | shower me with attention

Yes, Stephanie, I was talking about YOU... I already know childhood Stephanie's middle name (although I've never thought to inquire about fruit preferences.) I think I know her pretty well actually (which is why I don't trust her taste in movies... but sometimes she surprises me. She's the one who made me watch "The Red Violin". But I digress.)

Rene� is pretty. I like the sweetness and texture of mangoes, although I sometimes find the smell and taste overpowering.

I watched "Oscar" at Gina's, alone, the other day and it made me think of you.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:57 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, February 25, 2001

I'd like to make it clear that when I said "Get into bed and hunt the Count" in my previous entry, it wasn't meant as a euphemism for anything, you know, naughty.
It was a reference to _Dracula_.
You know, the book I'm reading.

(I don't know what you kids are calling it these days but "Hunting the Count" is certainly one I'VE never heard before. ::wry smile::)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:39 AM | shower me with attention

I wish I knew Stephanie better. If I was home right now I'd want her to be online so I could IM her and say "Hullo, Steph, what's up? Do you have a middle name? What's your favourite fruit? Did you like the movie 'Oscar' and have been ashamed to admit it, or is that just me?"

Also I wish I had a better way to differentiate between Online Stephanie and Real-Life Stephanie. Because, you know, it's weird; they're both real PEOPLE, but one of them I know more online, and one of them is in Tennessee right now finishing up college.

There are some things I want to remember but I don't think this is a very good place to write a to-do list. I don't want to write a review of "Monkey Bone" here because then I'll be sick of talking about it in other places (newsgroup, email, vocal chord conversations) and there's only so much I have to say about it. I will say that the non-Dave-ass-related highlight of my night was the wink Goose gave as she was heading down onto the PATH train home. I swear to god I squealed,'SHE WINKED! SHE WINKED AT ME!!' and jumped up and down.
I'm such a social basket case.

I wish I'd gone to high school with Goose. We would have been best friends and it would have been fun, like a well-written novel for teenagers. It would be a goddamn Cynthia Voight book, high school would be, only without, you know, the sappy sentimental crap. (Well, it would be there, but it would be all provided by me.)

Last night I dreamed about Michael Penn. I think it was because Gina and I watched "To Wong Foo" and his brother Chris is in it.
Michael Penn is so damned dreamy I could just swoon.
Why does Aimee get all the pretty boys? I wish I was Aimee.

I had a hard time falling asleep last night even with _Dracula_. I was having one of those crises where you roll over and over thinking, "Who am I? Who the fuck am I and what am I doing?" You know, feeling like I'm missing out on something and I've been in this liminal state for way too long. Talked to Linn some about it today and she helped me feel better some. She's very, very smart. I should hang out with more stupid people so I can feel smarter.
I do not have one single problem in my life that I haven't myself created. It's like I create problems just to alleviate boredom. What is UP with that? I don't have a single real thing to complain about and the guilt is driving me mad. Now I'll be mad at myself for whining like this. It's a lovely vicious guilty cycle.

Erin, please make it pretty. The look of it's really beginning to bug me. Also help me make one to replace my updates page. I can't think of these things for myelf; too much of a strain for my delicate constitution.

(::makes irritated jerk-off motion with my hand as a silent commentary on my own stupidity::)

Now, Tavie baby, put down the keyboard and get into bed and go hunt the Count, and if you're a good girl maybe whoever's in charge of dreams will send you Michael Penn again to pass the night-time with.

And please, Riley, please don't wake up, that's a good kitty.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:33 AM | shower me with attention

Here at Mint Manor going on 2 am. Just finished watching the first part of "Magnolia" (Linn: thumbs up [so far], Gina: thumbs down [and how!] Just goes to show that love-it-or-hate-it label is right on.) Linn is exhausted from Linn and Tavie's Day of Fun and has crawled off to her mat, but I can't sleep so I'll describe the day until I become drowsy and crave air mattress and _Dracula_ (which I am turning out to REALLY enjoy. I love the instant comraderie among the vampire-hunters. Always a plus with me.).
Fell asleep around 5 am last night with _Dracula_ and was awakened by the gentle sounds of Linn and Gina on WebTV, and the not-so-gentle nipping of Riley (a.k.a. Twitch Kitty, or SATAN) at my tender toes. It was around noon and Her Highness (that's me) usually requires more than 7 hours of comatosity, but for some reason I couldn't go back to sleep so I gave it up and rolled off the air mattress and into the new day.
My choices for the day were help Gina clean the house, or go into the city with Linn. I chose the latter, reluctantly, and Gina got us to the PATH, from which we made our way to the Cathedral of St. John the Divine's, detouring for lunch at the Ollie's across from Columbia.
After eating, we stopped to look at the children's sculpture garden, and a homeless man named El gave us a rather hard-to-hear lecture about the different parts of the fountain. I felt guilty about having no money to offer him, but I had only an unbroken twenty and I needed it, so we thanked him and went into the Cathedral.
He was nice. I wish he had a place to live. I don't know what else to say about it.
Linn had never been to the Cathedral and we did the standard whisper-and-poke self-tour. (That wasn't MEANT to sound naughty...) There was, oddly enough, a bar mitzvah going on. We couldn't quite figure out why it was taking place in a Christian Church, and stayed to watch until the organ music grew too scary, and then we went across the street to the Hungarian pastry shop where we had Viennese coffee and Linn worked on her fan letter to Patton Oswalt. So far, it has, in my opinion, the perfect tone for a fan letter. A perfect mixture of irony and gushiness. He ought to enjoy it.
After the coffee we went Roam, Roam, Roaming and talked of This and That. We detoured at a Petland Discounts and I stopped to buy unseasonal berries (they taste good to me, although Spoiled Swedish Girl from the land of Milk and Honey and Berries turns her pretty Swedish nose up at them.) We stopped at an antique bookstore to look at the cool old books and things. Linn found some Swedish children books in the children's section-- imagine the beeline she made for that; so Linn-- and that made her happy. (All bookstores of this nature have certain special associations for me that a part of me wishes I could explain, but the rest of me feels it prudent to remain private about.)
We felt compelled to stop at Zabar's and pick up Brunch Fixin's, tomorrow being Sunday, and then walked down a little further than planned so we could go past the Beacon Theatre (and The Diner Next Door) and feel wistful and nostalgiac and enjoy the effervescence that the Tour Memories produce in our tummies. (Well, I'll speak for my own tummy here... it always feels a happy-excited sort of bubbly when I think about The Tour, and especially when I revisit any of the landmarks of such.)
Then subway-PATH-home quickly. In Zabar's, Linn announced that she thought that this would produce happy memories, and I think it's more than just her saying that that makes it true. I should R, R, R more, because it does make me feel more a part of the busy-sad-awe-inspiring-perplexing city that I live in. But it also makes my feet hurt, so there's that to consider.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:49 AM | shower me with attention