new favorite

"JUNO."

an evening at the lanz's with the usual crew-nathan scott lynn me alexis lorraine shakoo-and of course madame. fondue and alsatian white wine, something involving cranberry and walnuts for dessert.

rushdie's satanic verses, dumas' black tulip.

rediscovered: golijov's ayre, dawn upshaw, the oh-so-versatile-soprano recently victorious from a battle with breast cancer.

to do: pack pack pack in those festive trader joe's bags. start doing yoga again. brave the hills of westchester. don't think about 20˚ weather. collage. get up earlier. smile.

briefly

coming up on my last day of work at tai sophia.

You're going to make someone very happy.
And fat.

Ron, front desk, after tasting one of my apple cinnamon granola and blueberry muffins.

i miss my spot on rue de lappe, dancing aggressive ballroom-style salsa with ray keller, ballet dancer extraordinaire and student at harvard, and eating late-night crêpes on the walk home.

my departure is approaching, and i'm not packed.

surprise.