About Me Three .
I throw a monthly karaoke party.
Disinterest, suspension bridges, my wine club, fake speakeasy bars, negronis, umbrellas, the word "melancholy," brunch, Brooklyn, Manhattan people who come to Brooklyn, cheese, upstate, karaoke, friends, coffee, summer solstice, Argentina, bargain hunting, the store Repop in Clinton Hill, my karaoke party, flappers, akdola, Excel spreadsheets, brunch at Maggie Brown's, pizza at Frannie's, anything at Freeman's, mechanical pencils, chandeliers, one drink at the Rainbow Room, most dive bars, cobblestone, Golborne Road, reading on the subway, walking, escaping the city temporarily, sidewalk seating, small triumphs, sparkly things, lip gloss, roller skating, esp Central Park Skate Circle, anachronisms, hats and hat boxes, occasions that call for champagne, rekindling things.
Vegetarian taxidermist, optimists.
Mostly. Also Feist, The Smiths, The Postal Service, Pet Shop Boys, Neutral Milk Hotel, Hot Hot Heat, The Pixies, The National, Patrick Wolf, The Anniversary, Beirut, The Flaming Lips, Billy Joel, Built to Spill, The Cure, PJ Harvey Scissor Sisters, . My taste changes when I step up to the karaoke mike.
Good Night and Good Luck. Dig!. Nine Lives. Eternal Sunshine. The Lives of Others. And other stuff that I saw less recently.
The Office (British). Bashful Grey's Anatomy fan.
I'm writing my own. London Fields was good. Bonfire of the Vanities was less good the second time around. Anything by Joan Didion or Edith Wharton, On Beauty. I quit the New Yorker because it was taking over my life. Epitaph of a Small Winner. The Picture of Dorian Gray. Infinite Jest.
I worship literary agents. WORSHIP THEM.