Last night I was chatting with a friend on the phone and we were discussing Quentin Tarantino's girlfriend. We weren't sure if he currently has one. Mira Sorvino doesn't seem right. He needs someone quirkie Someone who will get his whole rapid fire speech patter liberally punctuated with "you knows" and "all rights". Someone who understands he's like a manic golden retriever or a vaguely annoying yet endearing older brother. Anyhow, I don't know if he has a girlfriend or not. Amanda Plummer might be good. A girlie version of Crispin Glover might work.. Does one exist?. A Judy Holliday type would be perfect if there was a modern incarnation. I'll ruminate on this some more. I am sure its important in the grande scheme of things...
Watched a documentary on public TV about the construction of the Brooklyn Bridge. All that remarkable human endeavor. Why is there such a dirth of beauty in modern architecture? I would have loved to have been a Victorian lady in a big hat, riding a ferry to New York and seeing the bridge light up for the first time on the water. Wouldn't that have been marvelous!
I like the word "hippocampus". Like a noggin full of cute baby hippos or a bunch of hippos lounging on a university campus smoking weed and talking about Nabokov.
Ok, thats it for now.
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