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While it's expected that shows will lose a certain percentage of viewers the longer they run, the show's numbers have consistently dipped below the 2 million range this season.

One of my very favorite writers once did me the compliment of naming someone in one of her stories, published in the , after me—and giving him a home on West 11th. I think it was this moment that pierced me, but there were many, really.

For a long time, living on West 11th was my dream—and while its power over me came from Grace Paley having lived there, the brick buildings were low, so there was beautiful light, and from Fifth Avenue to the Hudson Highway, these beautiful rooms full of books and art suggested lives that mesmerized me as I walked by.

Interests include hiking, biking and outdoor activities.

He was that sort of dangerous beauty with a knack for knowing just what I dreamed about.

A friend who'd once said to me, I'm half-Korean, too. They had the same color eyes, the same twinkle, too, and while K___ was six foot four, about six inches taller than my friend, they could have been brothers. I'm the oldest male in my generation, the 42nd, and by Korean tradition, we are given them.

In retrospect I should have guessed: He reminded me of a friend from college who had studied Chinese and Korean, practiced Chinese calligraphy, trained in tae kwon do, and dated Korean women almost exclusively.

n one of our first dates—we lasted for about two weeks in July of 1998—we met up in New York's West Village for dinner. It was the sort of thing that shamed me regularly for the sort of upbringing I'd had—my father had committed us to assimilation and had not wanted us to speak Korean.