This poem describes a perfect summer evening for me. Via Cold Splinters.
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thinking: new urbanism
crushing: NRDC switchboard
anticipating: london trip 2011
reading: omnivore's dilemma
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my mother was right: when you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading proust.
-jane birkin
why not look for ideas in your head instead of stealing them?
-le mépris
-jane birkin
why not look for ideas in your head instead of stealing them?
-le mépris
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