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Life is absurd. Yes. This used to make me despair, nihilistic void et al., but nowadays, it simply amuses.
These are the things that seem to create some sort of meaning which makes life bearable: relationships of affection, Art, and good food. (Maybe good food falls under Art...?)
I was watching a Ray film last night (why does one usually feel so vulnerable at night? I need to reprogram to go to bed by 10PM) and it was so beautiful, so aware of the impermanence of things, it made me cry. Life is absurd. Yes. But there is Beauty. The thing is to find someone [/people] with whom one can share said Beauty.
The holy grail of holy weeks is here: NYC Restaurant Week.
This winter's odyssey include, but is not limited to:
1. Oak Room at the Plaza Hotel
2. Russian Tea Room
3. Breslin(?) [Need to find someone who's willing to venture out to such carnivorous country.]
4. Indochine
I try to keep my Restaurant Week outings to 4-5; more than that, it tends to lose its novelty and the anticipation it tends to garner fizzles.
Am very excited about the Russian Tea Room; taking Anita (darlingest of affectionate relations), there for her 25th birthday. How funny, I have lived long enough to see the year during which 75% of my friends/acquaintances - and I, myself - turn quarter-century old. The idea of turning 25 makes me feel dizzy, a neutral dizzy, however. (Absurd, how the anticipation of one's birthday marks such a weird range of emotions, most notably which are anxiety for it to be over with and then the dull disappointment when it is. ...Absurd. Yes.)
These are the things that seem to create some sort of meaning which makes life bearable: relationships of affection, Art, and good food. (Maybe good food falls under Art...?)
I was watching a Ray film last night (why does one usually feel so vulnerable at night? I need to reprogram to go to bed by 10PM) and it was so beautiful, so aware of the impermanence of things, it made me cry. Life is absurd. Yes. But there is Beauty. The thing is to find someone [/people] with whom one can share said Beauty.
The holy grail of holy weeks is here: NYC Restaurant Week.
This winter's odyssey include, but is not limited to:
1. Oak Room at the Plaza Hotel
2. Russian Tea Room
3. Breslin(?) [Need to find someone who's willing to venture out to such carnivorous country.]
4. Indochine
I try to keep my Restaurant Week outings to 4-5; more than that, it tends to lose its novelty and the anticipation it tends to garner fizzles.
Am very excited about the Russian Tea Room; taking Anita (darlingest of affectionate relations), there for her 25th birthday. How funny, I have lived long enough to see the year during which 75% of my friends/acquaintances - and I, myself - turn quarter-century old. The idea of turning 25 makes me feel dizzy, a neutral dizzy, however. (Absurd, how the anticipation of one's birthday marks such a weird range of emotions, most notably which are anxiety for it to be over with and then the dull disappointment when it is. ...Absurd. Yes.)