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September 10, 2008

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LT

Yeah, I was sort of sideswiped by that too. I went to see it not knowing anything about it, and was aghast the entire time. It's hard to watch, for so many reasons, the least of which was my being embodied by the clueless boyfriend.

Daisycyst

{daisycyst: when you wrote: " I am sorry but I still believe if someone made a story about your life that they would change all the names.", were you referring to High Art? Because if you were, I can tell you, Sydney was right.}

L T thanks for setting me straight. Well Sydney better late than never. All apologies my friend, once again you got me.

LT

daisycyst: when you wrote: " I am sorry but I still believe if someone made a story about your life that they would change all the names.", were you referring to High Art? Because if you were, I can tell you, Sydney was right.

Jonathan

Miss you, Sydney, on your birthday. You should be here, enjoying your gifts. Love, Jonathan

daisycyst

Happy Birthday Sydney. I am of the mind that you can receive messages. I hope that you had a good one, I am not sure what time zone you are in now so it may be over or the party may still be raging on. I would like to think that the day started out with cocktails and chit chat with Jackie S. Later Dorothy Parker joined you and Edie was there and Diana V. and Coco and Gia, (John C. was the bartender), anyway you strong minded women decided to revive the vicious circle. I imagine you talked and talked and leveled sharped edged commentary about anything and everything. At least I hope that is how you spent your day. It is my hope that you can really do that sort of thing when you move to the great beyond. I miss you lots and continue to send only the kindest thoughts your way.

Shucky

Franny, sorry to see you go. We had many memorable enchanted walks through text. Even though in one of the last ones the whole wilderness burned down, most everyone still came out relatively unscathed. See you sky-writing among the stars, or bowling for dollars among the great lanes of heaven, whichever the case may be.

daisycyst

The Scarlet O’Hara in me has put this off. Please excuse this post, as it will likely be a little bit cryptic and a lot self-indulgent. Sydney once told me that talking to me was like talking to herself and that I was her thought doppelganger. I liked that. In a superficial sense it was true. However, I could never display the incredible bravery or the frustrating level of cowardice this woman affected. The thing is there are no heroes of villains in life, just interesting, imperfect people that if you are really lucky you can care about. I liked Sydney a lot. I loved her trademark, hearty laugh; or passing hours chatting online and commenting about everything under the sun. She challenged me and kicked me in the behind whether I needed it or not. I found myself frustrated by her drawing false comparisons. I didn’t enjoy hearing the difference between shyness and being a misanthrope. That said, I wouldn’t have traded it and would love to opportunity to have such conversation back. More than anything she made me laugh and plan the impossible. I am sorry that frustration or pride made me lose touch. Unfortunately I am not a person who doesn’t have regrets. There are many things that I regret and I will miss and am sorry about. I will miss not being able to plot our water polo training for the next Olympics. I will miss not having her tell me why I wasted my time with law school. I regret not calling the last time I was in Gotham. I am sorry but I still believe if someone made a story about your life that they would change all the names. I will miss mix tape exchanges. I regret that I will not be able to tell you how my plans for the cable network have progressed. I will miss mulling over our latest obsessions. I am sorry that I can’t discuss the Amy Winehouse love child of Shirley Bassey, Peter O’ Toole theory with you. Mostly though, I miss you and regret not being able to talk to you. Sydney you definitely made the world a more interesting place and I am sorry for everyone at large who will miss your commentary.

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