i combed kinokuniya bookshop and the orchard library for books on edie sedgwick. nada. there was some article on katie holmes originally slated to play her in a film. i'd have died if she did. i'd rather the current sienna miller play edie. she's british and has a more wild child persona that artsy types would want for a muse, minus the self-destructive allure. i want to read 'edie: an american biography' and watch 'ciao manhattan'. they have it listed in the video library at the esplanade. i'm not that big a fan. but the mod look and khol eyes and twiggy era are perpetual fascinations. i like shift dresses. i'm not skinny enough to don her hairstyle though; more like marianne faithfull type long tresses. i'm reading helen cross's 'my summer of love'. what do you really want to read? story of your life? best song to run to is 'the killer's mr. brightside'. the constant bass beat makes you run the whole song, not jog. U2's vertigo has a killer beginning beat. run to 'the shins' if you want a moderate pace. it'll also make you feel like an anti-heroine chic heroine in an indie film. christmas was over in a heart beat. full on, the merry making every day in every spirit. don the same mind and hands. some years you have to go full speed ahead. a christmas letter to read again and again. words that spill over like a broken burst of a crystal chandelier. and new shoes to mark new resolve to conquer new spaces. urban adventures renewed with the cover of festivity that comes with prowling the city after twelve in the morning. today the venue will be, a train, a bus, a car. it's a nice day. the clouds are up.