Live From Ext 212
I found myself a little star struck today when I was crossing Broadway, in SoHo, and saw my second favorite blogger, in the whole world, walk past me, in the opposite direction. I found myself wanting to shout out, "Cia!" But that would've been completely embarrassing, given that she has no clue who I am.
I've been reading Cia's blog for about two years now and I've become a fan of her writing. It's not just that she is such a meticulous and hilariously compulsive chef/foodie/amateur food critic, or that she has informally reviewed just about every 5-star joint in Manhattan, or even that she and I have similar tastes in music, or that she's the type of person I could imagine playing a bit part in Sex And The City.
No. I think what I like about Cia is a hint of abashed humor and innocence that suffuses many of her posts - whether it's an alpha characteristic, or not - it's still there. And it makes every post of her's seem intriguingly personal ... because you really get a sense of that shadow personality. There's a sensitivity and lyrical delicacy to her writing, you feel like you're eaves dropping on the private conversations of a young girl, - even if that young girl is the type who routinely disparages the fois gras at Zagat rated restaurants.
I've been reading Cia's blog for about two years now and I've become a fan of her writing. It's not just that she is such a meticulous and hilariously compulsive chef/foodie/amateur food critic, or that she has informally reviewed just about every 5-star joint in Manhattan, or even that she and I have similar tastes in music, or that she's the type of person I could imagine playing a bit part in Sex And The City.
No. I think what I like about Cia is a hint of abashed humor and innocence that suffuses many of her posts - whether it's an alpha characteristic, or not - it's still there. And it makes every post of her's seem intriguingly personal ... because you really get a sense of that shadow personality. There's a sensitivity and lyrical delicacy to her writing, you feel like you're eaves dropping on the private conversations of a young girl, - even if that young girl is the type who routinely disparages the fois gras at Zagat rated restaurants.
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on June 13, 2005 at 10:59 PM.
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2 comments:
10:44 AMheya, ralph. i linked to your site from cia's. like you, i'm a fan of her site. intriguing girl, ain't she?
anyhoo, i'll be peeking back here once in a while.
ta!
6:42 PM
Completely. It was surreal seeing her in the flesh.
Love that blog.
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