Love in This Club

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Dyspepsia.

Sunday evening, after some serious thrills at the new-ish American Wing (goodness), the sale of my childhood home and two hours spent watching Sex Rehab with Dr. Drew left me sour and achey—ill still—no joke. I'm pretty delicate.

So I've been tending my condition with flat cola and saltines and...soap:

—Billy Baldwin Decorates—a painting hung on a mirrored panel and then this sort of line:

"I think an unpleasant atmosphere results from the entry into the obviously 'rich' room—the kind that makes you feel like you're caught right in the middle between the devil of a museum and the deep sea of embarras de richesse. And a thing you can say for Southern women—they're far less guilty on this score than Northerners." (Yes and no...sure. I'm thinking about houses is Memphis and those ways of entertaining [possessing enough natural oldness and eccentricity to be easy about keeping some "regular," even low-low things, foods, habits], but also favorite, accidentally cluttered or accidentally barren New York apartments and what a good time I've had at/with The Met lately.)

—two songs: Rihanna's "Russian Roulette" (I've been critical of the album art [for no particular reason] and last week's Diane Sawyer interview left a bad taste in my mouth, but this track is great, I find...plotting, plodding, as heavy and Eastern as the title suggests, totally transSIBERIAN!) and then also Mary J. "I'm Going Down," yes (musical theater).

—David Hare's screenplay for Michael Cunningham's "The Hours."

—this ad (I mean, yipeee).

—this program too, watched on and off after meeting that confederate spur(er of a new-future collection) in Louisville (featured below)...the interviews are wonderful.

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Luv

Lately, when it comes to pop, I've been pretty open (hello Miley). I'm just not so consumed with style or ethics in the face of a good/fun song. I am leery of this fella's overcooked costumes, but the tune is a total charmer. It's been stuck in my head all day (almost made me skip down First Avenue). That line about sunscreen is a cube of sugar!

We've preached an odd mixture of temperance and total embrace of 90's redux at A&P (see directly below for another of the trillion mentions of the stuff). It's just an odd experience, seeing the very items that I bought at Contempo Casuals on the backs of high school girls who've now picked them up at thrift shops. But, of course, at the top of this decade, we redid the eighties, despite hardly remembering them (and we looked good)...anyhow, when it comes to musics, I have no fear or trepidation. I am very ready to hear the 90's again, though less grunge, more Garbage or Elastica or 'what have you'-style pop rock, comme ça (oh Yes!)--

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