Okay, this occurs at some point every summer, even a relatively mild summer such as this one. I suddenly and all at once start caring more about my own comfort than the asthetic pleasure of others. In other words, I wore a tank top today.

I didn't notice that many people struck blind by the sight of my upper arms, so I think it went pretty well.

Don't forget that I am Chrystal's Cool Page this week!

Why on earth is it that everyone in my neighbourhood thinks that my step is the best place to sit? I live on a block that consists entirely of brownstones with big, fabulous stoops. Except for my building, that is. I live in a carriage house, which means no big, fabulous stoop, only a little step, and then my door. What's the big attraction?

So, last year I played the lead in this play, Paris Then, though I am about twenty years too young for the role. We're doing the play again, and I am not playing the lead, as an actress closer to the proper age has been cast. I was offered, and accepted another, smaller role. I picked up the script the other night, and realized that I had forgotten exactly how small the role was. Very small, that's how small. So, I'm wondering, does my accepting this little part after playing the lead last year mean that I am, A. a good sport or, B.a doormat?

Send your votes here.

Did anyone besides me see the biggest flower in the world on the TV? It's ten feet tall and it's blooming at Kew Gardens.

Nobody's gonna convince me that that thing's not a triffid.

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