Jellyfish Sunday | 20 April 2008

Anaïs Nin in her diary, September 1920: “Sunday has that jellyfish consistency which I dislike both in people and in days.”

In general I quite agree, but today lacked that flimsy quality — it had the firmness that comes from eating a hearty breakfast at the diner down the street, sharing a slice of birthday cake for lunch, and buying furniture in the afternoon.

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Places to go: bhikku | bookninja | eudaemonist | fine little day | fireland | ftrain | geegaw | girls are pretty | interior stories | ivebeenreadinglately | lena corwin | maud newton | mimi smartypants | oblivio | pliv | poppytalk | rhetorical device | simply breakfast | smosch | the nonist | toastier | whygodwhy | wood s lot | & so