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David Sedaris was on my favorite podcast Fashion Neurosis with Bella Freud. He said last night at his reading a man gave him a taxidermied baby chick his sister was gonna throw out because it was her first try at it and she didn't think it was any good. He (David) gave it to another kid at the event, a seventeen year old boy - and told him to give it to his younger sister for Christmas.  Bella thinks aiming for comfort in fashion is the beginning of the end . It makes me think of a certain someone close to me who is the personification of that belief.   his (Davids) nyc home is full of expensive paintings and bad furniture & design choices - like ceramic owls and too small art on playground big walls. surprising.
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Age

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  I just met my new doctor. He doesn't look old enough to be one. He's been one for a year. I like him a lot. He's very personable and has big teeth and a great smile. He didn't know that women couldn't own credit cards in the 70s.  I went on an app just now ... how old do I look. you just download a recent pic. I'm feeling good. Told me that I look 14 years younger than I am. Yay.
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Behold

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  His sister is touched  By our rememberings  She met him the day after his birth & then had no memory of him for years & years She entered the Junior High classroom  the kids are circled round her brother  doing something,  they want to see I would give a lot gladly to know what it was,  that held all of them there in that room that day Am wrapped in memory this soft & windy morning  Listening to Bobby D Who has - I checked last night - over 2,000 books Written about his life and times that go on still he still shares his magic  that's still afoot  & still in time  still becomes ours
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  Two workers in the bookstore the other day.  And how my library honored our doll. Did you hear about Dolly? Yeah.  Yeah.  We still have Willy. 
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Nabokov on butterflies

This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern - to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal.
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  was moving too close to a summertime Sunday afternoon blueish kinda too familiar mood yesterday and took a walk and overheard a guy in the park explain to his younger pal that all city women are complicated. then, a really young kid played Glory Days on his guitar and then counted his applause. and then, I watched about a hundred dancers in Washington Square carry on thanks to Chaka Kahn singing about somebody called Ain't Nobody. 
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I blog ...

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  ... therefore I am. I am not sure that is true. lately I have contemplated the need to share - thoughts, words, plans, doubts, news. those kind of things. why? I am not sure there is a need to do that and therefore, I am not sure how I feel about continuing this blog. I get so little feedback from you who read it. say hello once in a while. let me know how you're feeling, doing. or not. which goes back to the question about needing the need share stuff ... like what Nabakov thinks about butterflies while I think about whether I spell his name correctly. or how long Terri Garr has been dead, what the temperature is, how many hours I slept last night, mules. see what I mean? about the need - or not- to share.  time will tell.  as always.  just writin'.
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