I really really like living here.

in love with love

Every time you fall in love, you also have to fall in love with love itself again, to remember what it is and why it's worth so much, that fleeting knowledge —

Today I saw the McQueen exhibit at the Met, and although I didn't fall in love, I guess you could say I fell in love with love again — with the idea that by pulling together your deepest intellectual resources, confessing your wildest fantasies, abandoning your practical impulses, you stand a chance of making your life into something more, elevating things once mundane to elegance, sublimity —

I think that's what art really is: not what we fall in love with, exactly, but what reminds us of love, of its existence and its power and why we need it so terribly badly.

notice

From here on, in an effort to make myself smarter, wittier, more personable, more eloquent, and more driven, and also to find a better use for down-time at work than twitter and fashion sites, I vow to write one blog post a day, however short.

Today I have no thoughts, owing to menstrual cramps.  Bur I did find this:
From wikipedia:

According to the sources mentioned by Diogenes (all dating from the Alexandrian period), Plato derived his name from the breadth (platytês) of his eloquence, or else because he was very wide (platýs) across the forehead.