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I have spent much of my life feeling both guilty and ashamed by tears. Ashamed because tears show weakness, and it's bad enough that I'm practically the only girl I know. Guilty because crying means I'm not living up to expectations- even (especially) if they're my own. But I seemed to have passed some threshold recently, I don't mind crying. Much, anyway.

Things of beauty that I cried over today: Thelonious Monk, Blankets, interhemispheric phone calls.

Reclaiming tears for the emotionally challenged! It's been a good day.

Review of Kill Bill: Overdirected, underscripted, silly. Recommendation: wait for the video.