Monthly Archives: August 2004

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Man. No sooner are the interminable Olympics over than the Republican convention starts. It’s like a tag team of tediousness!

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Napalicious

Leave me alone for five minutes, and I go to sleep. Just watch: 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… ~nap!~ Narcolepsy? Neurosis? The advent of old age? An exponential increase in my pathological laziness? A complete lack of interest in reality? You decide. But don’t wake me up. Just leave...

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O is for…

I haven’t followed my father into oblivion – at least, not yet. I have been (pre)occupied with grown-up things (translation: dull, yet stressful) mostly, but still found a way to have a little bit of fun. Brought to you by the letter “O” and other letters that just sound...

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For my father: “the total emptiness for ever, The sure extinction that we travel to And shall be lost in always. Not to be here, Not to be anywhere, And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.” — Philip Larkin, Aubade

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Farewell to the Hamptons

Suzy’s Hamptons Diary, Part IV All good things must come to an end. Today, we’ll say farewell to the playground of the rich and in/famous and Suzy. Heard in the Hamptons: WLIU, a great jazz radio station, including lots of gems and rarities and DJ’s with a passion. If...

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Hamptons Diary Part III

Suzy?s Hamptons Diary, Part III Where there?s Vacation Suzy, there?s food?n?wine. Even more than usual. I hadn?t been in the Hamptons more than 2 hours before making the wonderful discovery that the island is packed with as many wineries as the Napa Valley, making great wine that doesn?t cost...

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Hamptons Diary, Part II

Suzy’s Hamptons Diary, Part II Welcome to New York State! Paul, my guide to the Hamptons. Great friend, raconteur, caterer to the stars. The Westhampton jitney stop. Everything’s fancy in the Hamptons – they call a plain old bus a jitney. Doesn’t it sound classier that way? It’s very...

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Hamptons Diary, Part I

Suzy’s Hamptons Diary*, Part I Thanks to my fabulous friend K, who introduced me to her original and absorbing pastime of deciding whether random girls walking down the street have butts that are bigger or smaller than ours, I have become as avid an ass appraiser as the gayest...

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