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i was talking to a friend who has one of those party photo websites. well it isn't intentionally that. he just happens to shoot parties a lot. and i had this thought, silly and unrealistic, but yes i was a teensy bit serious. so i asked him what he thought about going to parties with a notepad and writing poems that captured the experience and posting those instead of photos. he sort of smiled and laughed. no one loves words anymore. everyone wants to be a pretty-faced star.
overheard in the v.i.p. section of this afternoon's pool party at mccarren:
"this isn't very v.i.p., is it?"
is anyone else tired of irony? i'm sick to death of it.
i remember reading Franny and Zooey when I was about fourteen and being fascinated by Franny's instability. Basically Franny has been reading a book about the path to enlightenment and she's getting really into the idea of perhaps traveling that path herself. So everyone around her is really starting to freak out about Franny's freak out. Something about fragile had appeal. Watching things fall apart held real interest.
