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 "Step in and stand clear of the closing doors, please. Thank you." For the third time in the past two weeks, I've managed to catch the same 1 train with the conductor that sounds like a young James Earl Jones. I smiled, soaking in the unique voice yet again. -- Marx Brothers' films always cheer me up. I was chuckling during The Cocoanuts when Hammer (Groucho) says, "Why, it's the most exclusive residential district in Florida. Nobody lives there." My favorite is Duck Soup, and it's also one of my favorite films of all time. There's no one like Rufus T. Firefly. I'd suggest starting off with Duck Soup if you haven't seen any of their films, and then Animal Crackers, where you'll forever think of elephants when you hear Tuscaloosa. (Because in Alabama, the Tuscaloosa! Get it? Get it? Maybe it makes more sense with the whole quote...) -- I think people are disappointed in me. At least, that seems like the general feeling. That, or they feel sorry for me. I don't know which one I would prefer: disappointment or pity. -- Crif dogs, cupcakes and coffee with Marianne and Rachel. What? I finally met Marianne, and she's awesome like her writing. She's a good storyteller and likes to tease Rachel. I'm still laughing about the beatboxing... -- One of my favorite things is when people react the same way to a scene of a film in the theater, whether it's squirming uncomfortably or half-shielding their eyes with one hand. You can feel that tension rise and then a collective sigh of relief afterwards. -- I saw my favorite photographer at the Ukranian diner I frequent the other night. My mouth fell open as I struggled to keep myself together. My friend's eyes widened when she saw my face. "Amy, what? What's wrong?" I managed to string together a few words. I saw that he was leaving, but with his family and, I think, another friend. It didn't seem right to intrude, much like how you would leave a celebrity alone if you saw him or her with his or her family. I think I stopped breathing for those few moments until he and his family and friend walked out of my sight. "Amy, Amy, are you okay?" I shook my head. I was in a tizzy. I'll meet him one day, I know I will. He really is an inspiration to me, and a kind person, too. I've written to him a few times, and he has always thoughtfully responded. There's this one email that has been sitting in my inbox for months now. I keep it there because it reassures me. He ends the email with, "Be well and take care of yourself. Write me if you need to. I'm easy to find." |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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What exactly is a crif dog?
all the things we consumed begin with the letter C! how very sesame street of us.
@Andrea: It's a hot dog! A delicious hot dog. That's actually the name of the place.
http://www.crifdogs.com/
We should catch a movie in Bryant Park together. It was excellent meeting you and I am ever so glad you showed me that cupcake place. I have been craving sassy red velvet since.
i want to go to there
you know what?? my friends from chicago were in town this weekend and we hung out with their friend who lives on the LES... guess where. RIGHT ABOVE SUGAR SWEET SUNSHINE. coincidence, or divine intervention?