“but each day when she walks to the sea . . . “

May 25, 2006 | Filed Under ordinary 

i could feel my coolness levels going upward as i watched this. a much needed boost. dreamy.

on a side note, are there chairs more terrific?

also worthy of comment, i think that frank’s absentminded rolling and subsequent light up (though mostly off camera) are so cool. if smoking were healthful i’d take it up. i think it’s so katharine.

henry smokes a blue bubble pipe. “only bad buys and popeye smoke, mom,” he informs me. i tell him that healthy boys don’t smoke, that smoking will turn him black inside. he is intrigued by the idea of female smokers as i remind him of a decent person we know who can barely breathe oxygen itself these days.

“the instrument? guitar. the beat? bosso nova. the artist, one of the inventors of this exciting, all new, sound: antonio carlos jobim.” (if you don’t travel the above link, sit back and sip, you’re really missing out . . . )

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