Nymag.com has this feature (for select shows) called detail view. For instance I got to drool over close ups of all the shoes from Alexander McQueen. I wish it was 2036 so I could wear them all. Or that I weighed 90 lbs (for the same reason). Can't wait for the spring when I can walk around in lingerie and nude colored shirts with booty shorts all the time, for reals.
Trying to purge my wardrobe. It's not going so well. I've decided to get rid of things (like all my dress pants when I replace them with one pair I actually really like.) I'm trying to get back to basics because they seem to be the only things I wear anyway.

ALSO:

Literacy.
Non Fiction:

Finished—> Why Kerouac Matters: The Lessons of On the Road (They’re Not What You Think) (John Leland)

Finished—> Oswald’s Tale: An American Mystery (Norman Mailer)

Started—> Life the Movie: How Entertainment Conquered Reality (Neal Gabler)

Next—> I’d really like to read a book about/by Eadweard Muybridge. Seeing how I don’t own one and, probably should not spend more money on books (since I’m broke and spent 40$ at Barnes and Noble last week anyway) I’ll probably move on to Breaking the Glass Armor (Kristin Thompson).

Fiction:

Finished—> On the Road (Jack Kerouac)

Started—> Big Sur (Jack Kerouac); The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

Next—> I have Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass (Lewis Carroll) waiting (see: above ill sucking at the teet of The Man in Barnes and Noble) but, as soon as I finish Big Sur I’m moving on to Visions of Cody or The Dharma Bums, really, whichever I get my hands on first.

Pen:

I wrote a dumb stupid fraction of a poem in my journal last night. It did get my eyes wet which will be better for writing later, like tonight, though. Process/progress. Haven’t started in on the study questions I took off the net (throwback Sparknotes) for On The Road yet. Maybe I’ll do that tonight. This Life…book really makes me want to talk back and I can see my notes getting progressively longer in the margins already. It feels good to be waking up. Lots of words to look up—vocab tests would help.

Type:

Haven’t written a letter in a while. The guy from the Sopranos is looming over my station. I almost wish it could help me write more violently- in every notion that could mean. Eh, I pound pretty hard as it is I guess. My flowers have wilted but I never want to throw them out.