Spent a few days upstate with my pal, Jen Bekman, and I'm back now. It was fun to chill out in the woods and wax philosophical; as I observed today at breakfast, I think about totally different things outside of the city. Upon my return, I had dinner with a friend and discussed feminine archetypes and my strange shared expression and birthday with Georgina Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire, and got home to discover maybe the best mail ever: a Boudicca shirt I ordered from Jezebel by Leigh Batnick, whose positively wicked cards I've been receiving for ages, and an envelope from my mother containing three silk camisoles and a twenty dollar bill. I'm not sure what that means besides the fact that sublime wisdom can be passed down from generation to generation, without a word, by post. As for me and the moment, I'm off for the summer. No plans to travel as yet, but I like it when the pace of life around here gets slow like honey, like I like it. I'll be back after Labor Day, barring any urgent brilliance. If you're looking for summer reading, here are the books I've been getting the word out about so far this year. Every one a beaut:
YOU or The Invention of Memory by Jonathan Baumbach
Harry, Revised by Mark Sarvas
Please Step Back by Ben Greenman
Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson
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