Tuesday, March 19, 2002 ::: I've been reading more of the florence harding book, and it seems she had a
interest in astrology which bordered on obsession. She received astrological
advice and predictions from one "madame marcia" who lived just a few blocks
from my apartment. I decided to take a little field trip and see what sort
of residence should befit madame marcia, who supposedly predicted harding's
election and death in office. I was expecting a sort of overdone victorian
gothic, but instead was greeted with a rowhouse painted a disappointingly
cheery baby blue. Nonetheless, it's nice to know that the neighborhood has a
bit of unexpected and colorful local history.
Monday, March 18, 2002 ::: This weekend I rented Sitcom, which I am not entirely sure I liked. I was under the impression that it was supposed to be a french sendup of american sitcoms or something to that effect, but aside from its being about a well-off family with two children and a minivan, I failed to sense much of a connection. At least Stephane Rideau, cast as teenage daughter's hunky boyfriend kind of made up for it.
Wednesday, March 13, 2002 ::: I've been reading a very interesting biography of florence harding, who is, I believe, the only first lady to have had a child out of wedlock, among other things. Most peculiar of all was her friendship with Evalyn McLean, owner of the cursed Hope Diamond. I've only gotten to the start of their meeting, but it's been a great read so far and should hopefully continue to be interesting.
Monday, March 11, 2002 ::: This week's new yorker has an article on japanese street fashion. Whenever my new yorker arrives, I always read it in the following fashion: first, flip through and read all the cartoons, removing the little subscription inserts, meanwhile looking at the pictures and the headlines to see what articles are going to be interesting and worthwhile. Then go back and read those. Then read all the nonfiction. Fiction is always last, and I think it's because it is impossible to tell what the story is about or where it's going to go. I'm terrible about reading fiction, really. I should try more.
Tuesday, March 05, 2002 ::: I saw metropolitan, as it seems that whit stillman films are simply just unavoidable. Loved the dialogue, all the characters were wonderfully articulate. Liked Charlie's earnest discussion with the alleged failures in the bar, and continuous theorizing about the future of his social class. Liked everything.
Sunday, March 03, 2002 ::: The city paper's article this week is all about cvs and how it sucks. I must concur. What I really hate about cvs is the way their stores are not adjusted to fit in to the neighborhood, and what few concessions that are made are done so most begrudgingly, like the sad little faded displays giving a nod to neighborhood history at the store right off dupont circle. I hate the cluttered aisles, I hate the surly service, and most of all I hate the ugly decor, right down the red that is everywhere and the clashy carpet.