on the eve of world's end

a year ago today, I was in NY having a blast. now, having just returned from a wonderful week's stay there, I'm glad to be home for New Year's—just my baby & I.

so, I lied; so, sue me.

despite my post from last year, I flew Delta again. I think our pilot was Bette Davis from All About Eve: "fasten your seat belts; it's gonna be a bumpy night."

may I recommend...?

I just discovered that besides a good western, political thriller, or documentary, my favorite type of movie is the "quiet film." do you know The Station Agent?

...and this would be stage...?

still, we leave the water dripping in the bathroom sink; open the front door slowly when we get home from work; think we see him out of the corners of our eyes.

an intellectual review (or something)

a friend drunk-dialed me from New York tonight and mentioned that he loved my novelette and found parts of it "fascinating." I guess I should be okay with that.

December

recent TV ads have ruined Carol of the Bells for me—and, like, forever. I used to dig that tune—particularly, George Winston’s version, from his album December.

anniversary

a year ago today, I began a daily, 160-character, content-of-substance-&-import blog. today, I award myself a B+, although (or because) I didn't always succeed.