Cousin 1: I’ll prepare the nargileh (hookah)
Cousin 2: I’ll get the good Arabic CD from the car
Cousin 3: I’ll get the cognac
Me: I’ll get….my cookies…
“Within three years of its initial release, classifying any intense friendship as “totally a Harry Met Sally situation” had a recognizable meaning to everyone, regardless of whether or not they’d actually seen the movie. And that meaning remains clear and remarkably consistent: It implies that two platonic acquaintances are refusing to admit that they’re deeply in love with each other. When Harry Met Sally cemented the plausibility of that notion, and it gave a lot of desperate people hope. It made it realistic to suspect your best friend may be your soul mate, and it made wanting such a scenario comfortably conventional. The problem is that the Harry Met Sally situation is almost always tragically unbalanced. Most of the time, the two involved parties are not really “best friends.” Inevitably, one of the people has been in love with the other from the first day they met, while the other person is either (a) wracked with guilt and pressure, or (b) completely oblivious to the espoused attraction. Every relationship is fundamentally a power struggle, and the individual in power is whoever likes the other person less. But When Harry Met Sally gives the powerless, unrequited lover a reason to live. When this person gets drunk and tells his friends that he’s in love with a woman who only sees him as a buddy, they will say, “You’re wrong. You’re perfect for each other. This is just like When Harry Met Sally! I’m sure she loves you-she just doesn’t realize it yet.” Nora Ephron accidentally ruined a lot of lives.”
- Excerpt from Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs
by Chuck Klosterman
The world forgetting by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned.” —Alexander Pope, “Eloisa to Abelard”
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost circa 1923
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It’s 26 degrees outside. I can’t wait to be in California for Christmas, but I’ll be so stoked to come home to snow :-)