Facebook is still making me feel like a loser, but there is an upside. I found out Brad McKee, Arts Editor of City Paper when I started, is house sitting four blocks from me! So we're having lunch today at the Vietnamese sandwich place.

I think I finally have a satisfactory explanation for myself of men's fixation with twins. Someone suggested the excitement is about breaking the incest taboo. This may be true with the watered-down "sister" fetish ("these chicks are so into me, they'll violate one of human society's strongest taboos!"). But now I think the identical twin thing is kind of an android sex fantasy. Because the twins are identical, they're not flaunting that tiresome individual, unique human being thing in your face. He is having sex with creatures manufactured to arouse him. He thinks. Anyway, stop it--they are sisters, it is incest.

Another FB smile--Cindy Fisher, an ex-receptionist, wrote on my wall (btw, I don't understand what that is) "Mama Hopf, you made us wait for it, didn't you?" I'm a bit of a Kevin Bacon for the City Paper crowd, you see...