May 22, 2006
Birthdays Just Keep On Coming...And Going
Look at this. My little brother sent me this photo on my birthday. It's me and him probably the last time we were civil to each other until we were adults. I look like I'm cast straight out of BIG LOVE in my maxi-skirt and peasant blouse. But seriously, if it weren't for denim and t-shirts, I could still see myself in this outfit and occasionally almost get there with the help of resale except for the lenght of the skirt. AND I've been trying to recreate that haircut ever since to no avail, though most of my favorite rock stars have. I'm also trying to recreate in my head where exactly on the floor-plan the fabulous brown velvet corduroy chair and its twin sat. I believe it was in the only-on-holidays-and-parties sunken living room, on the ivory shag flanking the glass and chrome coffee table and the cush couch and the baby grand. In fact I'm certain the picture was taken as my father was playing Bach, tinkle, tinkle.
And speaking of tinkling and Big Love, HERE'S AN HBO INTERVIEW with the great Harry Dean Stanton, one of my favorite drinking partners.
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