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I've finally watched Manhattan. One of those movies that I keep getting false starts at. Been trying to see it for years.

So, where is this New York? Was it so different the year of my birth? Where are the upper-class intellectuals with their art galleries and their orgasms and their analysts and their dachshunds? The dialogue's more realistic, but the picture's just as imaginary to me as Nora Ephron's ridiculously candy-coated Upper West Side fantasyland. Manhattan made me wistful. I want to live there. It doesn't really look like that.

I heard my mom was watching this movie in the theatre when she went into false labour. I always picture that scene in black-and-white.

Hey, the sun. Hello, Thursday.

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