May 2013
7 posts
From Craig Nova-the other James Salter
“She carried herself in such a way as to suggest that she judged you by how you overcame your fears. This, she seemed to say, was the purpose of being alive.” “I can say that this moment is what makes us human and the very darkness you confront will make you burn with a light so heartbreakingly short, just a breath on coals, but which (if you are like me) will be distinguished...
May 22nd
May 21st
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Make em laugh. Or not.
  Picture this… It’s Friday night and you’re at a pet circus. (And OK. What the hell are you, what am I, doing at a pet circus?)  The theater is packed, hundreds of little children, screaming.   The lights dim.  More screams. Then we see a four story cardboard building.  It’s on fire.  No, surely not. But yes, smoke billows from the windows. We hear a sound track of barking dogs and meowing...
May 14th
“I like a man whose life has been anything but a smooth trip,” says the writer, James Salter. “Storms have battered them. They’ve lain, somehow, for months, becalmed. There is a residue even if they fail. They have grand chords.”   “Nothing stands still and remains as it is…”                                            Rilke     No idea why I’m sitting here this morning, thinking about snow....
May 9th
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May 4th
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May 3rd
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more on life as improv
  April was my birthday month.  In yet another bizarre, possibly desperate move, to reinvent myself, I bought a ticket for the New York Post Page Six tour bus. R. recently suggested I work as an official guide. “It would be great practice for your stand up/one woman show,” he said.. I thought it was hilarious. A brilliant idea. I’ve been crazy about Page Six, not to mention...
May 1st
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April 2013
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Apr 26th
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two new favorite terms
Apple picking. Cop slang for stealing an iPhone  Cast and blast. The term a Republican friend/banker used to describe a week of fishing and hunting with clients. 
Apr 26th
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Apr 26th
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“One does not find solitude, one creates it,” says Marguerite Duras in her succinct, albeit solemn, essay on writing. “Solitude,” she adds,”is the thing without which one does nothing.” On Sunday, I abandoned a gloriously sunny afternoon for the darkness of a movie theater on 12th St. They were showing, Herman’s House, a  documentary about convicted killer, Herman Wallace—a man who has spent  40...
Apr 25th
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If you see something...
Keep you mouth SHUT! These were R.’s last words to me before falling asleep on Saturday night. This, after I momentarily lost my senses at a tiny Greenwich Village Theater called Rattlestick. We were there to see Buyer and Cellar, a one man show/satire about Barbra Streisand. Apparently, the diva has built her own private mall in her basement to house a lifetime’s worth of compulsive collecting....
Apr 22nd
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I hereby banish....
any/all references to fucking SPRING BREAKERS on Tumblr TWEET THAT!
Apr 11th
Oh. And lest I forget...
Roman also has a frickin’ missile defense system onboard that will alert he and his crew of 70 former SAS soldiers that there be pirates in these waters. Personally, I think the pirates are on land but hey…. What do I know? This from Gizmodo
Apr 9th
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Apr 9th
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http://beautifuldecay.com/2013/04/05/elisabeth-leco... →
now THIS is my kind of dress!
Apr 7th
what would you do if you weren't afraid?
house slogan at Google 
Apr 2nd
March 2013
11 posts
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Sandy Hook for sale
http://www.zillow.com/homes/for_sale/41.470901,-73.124657,41.340087,-73.370132_rect/11_zm/1_fr/
Mar 31st
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Newtown for sale
http://www.zillow.com/homes/houses-for-sale-newtown,-ct.—_rb/
Mar 31st
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Do this....
  (It’s 8 pm and snowing.  I’m in a seedy 3rd floor acting studio on 37th St. with my master teacher, Matt Hoverman, and a small group of fellow students.  It’s our last class of the semester.) MATT: I want you to close your eyes. Relax your shoulders. That’s it.  Now a gentle inhale. You’ve just finished the first performance of your solo show. Picture the room. Maybe you’re at the...
Mar 26th
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happiness is an inside job
crocheted graffiti seen at a chelsea art gallery
Mar 25th
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life is lived forwards and understood backwards-...
Mar 22nd
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My $1 million dollar parking space
In May 2012, a parking space in what was then an empty garage across the street from our loft, hit the market for $1 million dollars. For fifteen years, we had parked out VW Passat in that same garage for $285.00 a month. The hallucinatory leap in cost seemed to stupefy everyone but Dolly Lenz, the celebrity broker who listed the space at Prudential Douglas Elliman. “It really is the ultimate...
Mar 20th
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why I was once a collector....
Six years ago when I still had cash to burn, I bought a sterling silver Russian purse from Sotheby’s in London. It cost me $500 dollars.The leather accordion like wallet opens with a snap of a silver clasp. Inside, there’s room for what was the last of the Czar’s currency, for small change and a mirror just big enough to see your nose and lips. The outside is engraved with mysterious...
Mar 18th
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Mar 4th
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WatchWatch
OH how I ADORED this trip… 8 days,  7 nights, no computers, no cellphone, no NOTHIN’…. One of the best family trips ever. (for me, anyway)
Mar 3rd
February 2013
9 posts
Coincidence?
A while ago, I wrote a post all about silos and ladders—stuff I’d overheard at my local Newsbar. Last week, I have the first interview with an agency in months and all they’re talking about is fucking silos and ladders and thread counts (and no, not as in high quality Italian linen sheets) and seamless this and seamless that. And I’m ever so fiercely nodding my head up and down, just like I did...
Feb 27th
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My first assignment
I’m excited. And nervous. Monday, I start workshopping my solo show. The first assignment from the coach? Write your life story in one page or less. The glorious thing about an assignment like this at my age is that it is all in the edit. My Life Story The most revealing thing about me, in terms of my life story right now,  is the fact I don’t own a cell phone. Not owning a cell phone in...
Feb 26th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 11th
happy V Day!
Love. I’ve been thinking of love a lot lately. Maybe it was my week in bed last week. (It was illness, alas! not passion, that put me there.) Back there in bed, I remembered all the “unhealthy” relationships I had in my  youth. Long distance love affairs that friends  often said were driven by fear; by a need to evade and avoid  real feelings. All of them with foreigners, far, far away from my...
Feb 11th
Dorothy Parker does blurbs
“This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force,” she once said after reading a terrible book.
Feb 7th
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me and jay z-3
 So the only time I feel even remotely famous in this town is when I see somebody  racing towards me on the street, grinning and waving… Oh fuck, I shriek to myself, tearing through the little that’s left of my mind, my memory. Then they hug me. And I hug them back. Brenda, Brenda! How ARE you? WHO are you, I’m thinking. Now, if you’re famous like Jay, you meet so many...
Feb 6th
overheard at my local Newsbar last week
Two suits, sipping from cups of beef barley soup “Sure, it could be worse,” says one. “It could be raining fuckin’ scissors.” Two girls looking at Facebook on laptops: “I met him at a brow bar Thursday nite and he is soooo “Girls.’ (Brow bars: trending salons featuring cocktails, gossip, and eyebrow trimming/threading.) Same girls, later...
Feb 4th
January 2013
11 posts
answer me this
If print finally dies; if there are no more magazines and no more newspapers like the New York Times, Washington Post, USA Today, etcetcetc., where will all the on line aggregators go for content?
Jan 31st
Jan 29th
More Me and Jay Z
 OK. I’m not about to bore you here with all the things I don’t know how to do with a cellphone. As many of you know, I don’t even OWN a cell phone. But there is one thing I am DELIGHTED I don’t know how to do…. And that is take pictures of food on plates. What the fuck is up with this anyway? Everybody taking pictures of their food?’I mean, if you’ve...
Jan 28th
Re my post Death: The APP
http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/01/22/taliban-harry-comparing-war-to-xbox-demeans-him.html “It’s a joy for me because I’m one of those people who loves playing PlayStation and Xbox, so with my thumbs I like to think I’m probably quite useful,” he said in an interview broadcast on the BBC last night.” So says Harry…
Jan 22nd
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            What does a blind person—a person blind from birth—see when they dream? Have you ever thought of that? If you’ve never seen a river, a human face, the sky,  a blade of grass, a dog; if you have no visual points of reference whatsoever, what do dreams look like? What does God look like? Are their dreams made of sounds and pure sensation? And what about hopes and fear...
Jan 21st
Jan 18th
my ABSOLUTE favorite Italian review of The...
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Jan 13th
Jan 9th
tits and tats
  I’m talking male tits and unisex tats at the Russian Baths on E. 10th St. God! How I love this dilapidated joint on the Lower East Side. Another perfect place, if not at sea, to let go and float. To drift. It’s Sunday. I’m dripping sweat in the dry heat sauna. And my oh my!…How handsome is he? This man lathering me up with soap suds and whipping my back with his fresh oak leaf broom. High...
Jan 7th
Jan 2nd
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Why don't you...
“…eat a bunch of Adderall and do a piece on study/ party drugs?”  This is a blog suggestion from a v funny, young friend I met at UCB.  I love the language, ‘eat a bunch.” And I just happen to have half an Adderall.  It’s tucked safely into a sealed envelope next to the elevator. I found it on the floor. I  figure it fell out of some kid’s luggage while they were...
Jan 2nd
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December 2012
8 posts
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Our 'safe house' in Newtown
I called it a safe house, the one we owned (and later disowned) in Newtown, Connecticut. It was safe in the sense that there was nothing in it that reminded me of other people’s lives. No memories or ghosts. No souvenirs, no accumulation of objects.  I kept the furnishings spare and painted the walls in buoyantly bright, crazy colors with stripes and  shiny white floors.  Because I had grown up...
Dec 19th
Neitzche Tuesday
“the best friend is likely to acquire the best wife because a good marriage is based on the talent for friendship.” 
Dec 18th
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