Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together–I’ve got some real estate here in my bag. So we got a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies, and walked off to look for America;

We’re in the process of closing up the apartment and getting ready to hit the rails, so posting will be sporadic at best and erratic at worst.  But believe me, come October 13th I will have much to discuss.
Ciao!

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Oh, comely: I will be with you when you lose your breath;

RIP Mr. Newman.  You will be sorely missed.
The trailer to one of my preferred Newman vehicles…and not at all inappropriate given the lyric title to this post:

You will be much missed,

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Interlude of poetry;

The poem that sold me on E.E. Cummings when I was a young teenager:

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Hear that lonesome whistle, blowing ‘cross the trestle: “Wooowhee;”

A recent post from Miss Shortcake over at Our Little Haus (for some reason, my browser isn’t allowing me to embed links–her blog is on my roll to the right) reminded me that I completely forgot to post photos that I took during my recent trip back to Pennsylvania on Amtrak–on September 11th, no less.  [...]

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It’s not over till you’re underground, it’s not over before it’s too late;

Today was a positively gorgeous day here in the Have, and I really had no excuse not to make good on that promise to myself and to you, loyal readers, to venture downtown and visit Yale’s two art galleries.  Both were designed by Louis Kahn, the famed architect who was the subject of My Architect, [...]

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Or maybe I’m a kite that’s flying high and random, dangling a string;

Ever since we started watching Mad Men a few weeks ago during our marathon viewing session of Season One and catching the new episodes every Sunday, I’ve felt an odd sort of kinship with Betty Draper.  And now that I’m spending so many of my days at home doing housework it’s become much stronger.  I’m [...]

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Come and rest your bones with me driving slow on Sunday morning–and I never want to leave;

Sunday brunch, Piemonte-style.  And I made it myself!

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Interlude of poetry.

Frank O’Hara’s collection Meditations in an Emergency was referenced in the season two premiere of Mad Men, and I then referenced my The Collected Works of Frank O’Hara to find the actual poem.  Here it is for your perusal:
(from here:  http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/emermed)

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Beneath the vines of California wine;

Perhaps due to my registry stalking, I have glassware on the brain in a big way.  Oh, who am I kidding–I’ve had an odd fascination with wine glasses for even longer than it was legal for me to drink–the multitude of options out there would fascinate me.  I’d browse Pier One to look for candles, [...]

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::classical intro to Always Sunny in Philadelphia::

 

Fuck.  I miss Philly something serious.  And the real premiere is 9.18.
Also, this show is something. 
 

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