Weeding my editor’s flags for over-use: sweet, gorgeous, funny, smart, smartass, strong personality, well-matched. Ah, those 45 sweet times.
I can’t be the only one walking around with dialogue from BEAUTIFUL GIRLS in my mind at all times: A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you’ve been drinking Jack and Coke all morning.
Still unwrapping the treasures of Paul Mazursky’s intro to his film ALEX IN WONDERLAND at Cinefamily last night. Stories of the lovely Jeanne Moreau, + Cassavetes, Kubrick, Miller, Welles, and of course, the Maestro himself. The inspiration of a model life: lived with art, humor, and heart.
Just like the Wizard of Oz, sometimes the book you most need to read was right there on your bookshelf at home all along. While revising my memoir, I’ve been so inspired by language like this, from Susanna Sonnenberg’s brilliant HER LAST DEATH: “She was the little one, soft and slippery with sleep. She was the need and the famine. I was the reader of maps, the tidying, the tucking in.”
Park that car drop that phone sleep on the floor dream about me
Just another two-pot-of-tea Monday (Photo from “The Beverly Hills Hotel and Bungalows – The First 100 Years” by Robert S. Anderson)
If your mom didn’t listen to Joan Armatrading during your parents’ divorce in the 1970s, your parents are still technically married.
The perfect song for that certain feeling (& someone made a sweetly oblique video to match).
Revising my novel has once again inspired my obsession with T.C. Boring, the dentist who was William Eggleston’s best friend in drinking & debauch. Now that’s some kind of magic.