Am buoyed by e-mails and texts from friends as I continue to recover at home (and rest my voice (a necessity after the surgery). About to take a nap. Since you're awake, why not offer your thoughts on the "Sex and the City"/Fahrenheit 451 connection in the comments box on the entry below? I'm progressing slowly on the op-ed I mention there and could use some inspiration. The more I explore the show, the more I think its genius is in its vapidity. It snags people by offering the trappings of cynical urban hipness, but at base it is a nihilistic tabula rasa upon which critics project their fantasies, much as they did with Pop Art back in the Sixties.