A good friend of mine has a room (with its own private bathroom) available in her spacious 2-bedroom in Cobble Hill. It's a great apartment (big kitchen, hardwood floors, great street with friendly neighbors) and awesome roommate, close to the Carroll Street F/G. If you know anyone who's interested, here's the Craig's List ad with more info.
"the last thing anyone needs is another pop culture blogger making some
casual and unearned metaphor about how John McCain is like Matt
Damon in the Talented Mr. Ripley, resorting to any murderous lie to become President, if Matt Damon's face were made out of buttermilk biscuits."
The reference to The Bell Jar: I rolled my eyes at that line -- like that woman remembered a summer 9 years later and described it as "the summer they executed the Rosenbergs"? Could a summer really be so hot, and could the execution of the Rosenbergs be so inextricably linked to that heat that it would be both one of the most famous opening lines of a 20th century novel AND casual country club small talk by some ditz a year before that novel came out? This is really bothering me. (What is it about this show that causes extreme geekiness in people who are simultaneously bored to death by it?)
* Eh, compared to The Sopranos or things that are funny.