Above, the view from my window under the eaves. Beyond the trees is a panoramic view of Cayuga Lake over a ninety-foot cliff. There is so much natural beauty here; it reminds me of a quote about artifice and urbanism. I was disappointed to discover upon my first visit to the nearby Gimme Coffee that it's closing next month, but I suppose that's the way it is right now. My long weekend had plenty of highlights: I drove around endlessly just as I did when I lived here in college, picked up a classic top (a past Windowlicker) at the Salvation Army along with a laughably chic turquoise poncho (I'm working on a new look, although its only in the musing stage now; something like old-fashioned movie star meets Beat poet kissed with a classical nymph vibe), thought about Nabokov, who wrote Lolita while he taught at Cornell, went to Tibetan Buddhist meditation on Friday night, and to a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream in the woods last night. This morning I went to the Farmer's Market, as I've been on a local kick lately and like to support individual farmers and their families. This weekend I watched From Here to Eternity and I'm going to watch Pump Up the Volume on the way back to New York. Democracy is alright but we didn't invent it, so if you disqualify that, I'd have to say America's greatest contribution to the world is the maverick vs. monoculture narrative. It just never gets old.
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