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Four photos (behind the cut) from NYC, a trip me and Poppy (docbrite) took together, July 14-17, 1997. She writes about that week in one of the Guilty But Insane essays, "New York Diary," where I appear simply as "Hello Kitty." I was still living in Athens, just barely. This was the month before I moved back to Birmingham. Silk had sold to Penguin, I was writing The Dreaming full time. I was 33 years old. I remember sitting in the bathtub, on the phone with Poppy, and she asked if I wanted to spend a few days at the Algonquin, chasing the ghosts of Dorothy Parker and Robert Benchley. I said sure, why the hell not. This was right before the 1998 renovation and writers could still afford to stay at the Algonquin. And I was entirely fed up with Athens and all it had come to signify (a messy, disintegrating relationship; post-DLS band drama; etc.) and welcomed the escape. So, there you go. I museumed (now a verb), had dinner with Peter Straub, got drunk, spent far too much money at Maxilla & Mandible, stalked Central Park, went to the American Museum of Natural History twice, and did my best not to think about Athens.

In the bar, waiting on another sidecar. One cannot stalk the ghost of Dorothy Parker without booze. That was my favorite purse back then, something I'd found in a thrift store. I have no idea what ever became of it.

Here I'm having an Aslan moment outside the New York Public Library. I'm still kind of amazed I didn't get yelled at by the cops for climbing up there.

The staircase outside our hotel room. Back then, I had a default expression for most photos. This quickly becomes apparent to anyone comparing photos of me from 1994-2001. There's that purse again.

Me and Raphus cucullatus — the dodo, "Didus ineptus" to Linnaeus, late of the island of Mauritius, removed to the American Museum of Natural History. I never make a trip to NYC but that I spend at least one day at the AMNH. It's the closest thing I have to a Notre Dame de Paris or Cappella Sistina. These dodo and me, it was love at first sight. Note the purse.



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Nov. 17th, 2006 01:45 am (UTC)
One cannot stalk the ghost of Dorothy Parker with booze.

Did you mean without?

I wish I could drink like a lady,
I'll have one or two at the most.
Three and I'm under the table,
Four and I'm under the host.

--Dorothy Parker
Nov. 17th, 2006 01:51 am (UTC)
Did you mean without?

Nov. 17th, 2006 01:46 am (UTC)
That first picture has a 'wish you where here' postcard vibe to it. ;)
Nov. 17th, 2006 02:33 am (UTC)
The first two are particularly wonderful—they imply stories.
Nov. 17th, 2006 02:58 am (UTC)
I can't possibly see the lions outside of the New York Public Library without thinking og Ghostbusters.

"Well, I had an uncle who thought he was St. Jerome."
"I'll call that a big yes."
Nov. 17th, 2006 08:59 pm (UTC)
I was thinking the same actually.
That was the first movie I stood in line for on opening night.
Nov. 17th, 2006 03:39 am (UTC)
Back then, I had a default expression for most photos...

Yes, it is the expression which says: "Please be distracted by the scenery while I debate which of your internal organs and/or skeletal frame would be tasty to gnaw, and which would merely look nice as a centerpiece on my coffee table."

I stand by my comment of yesterday's photos. Ennui of the predator.
Nov. 17th, 2006 05:02 am (UTC)
Hey! I slept behind those lions when I was stranded in NYC! Ah my brief brush with street life...of course given the ever-more police state we live in, I'm surprised I didn't wake up to a gun barrel or something more unpleasant in my mouth.

Did intoxication yield clairvoyance? I mean, more than the regular kind it imbues?

Nov. 17th, 2006 05:57 am (UTC)

Did intoxication yield clairvoyance? I mean, more than the regular kind it imbues?

No. Not noticably.

Nov. 17th, 2006 07:50 am (UTC)
Great photos! I like them all equally. Especially the second one, with you on the lion. As Sovay said, it implies a story.
Nov. 17th, 2006 01:18 pm (UTC)
...spent far too much money at Maxilla & Mandible

What an awesome name for a store or a restaurant. What kind of place is it? I have visions of old teeth displayed inside bell jars.
Nov. 17th, 2006 03:10 pm (UTC)
What kind of place is it? I have visions of old teeth displayed inside bell jars.

That's pretty close. They specialize in skeletal material (including human), fossils, preserved specimens in jars, mounted insects, anatomy books, etc. I adore M&M. It was, by the way, the model for the shop that the selkie visits in "For One Who Has Lost Herself."
Nov. 17th, 2006 01:24 pm (UTC)
In the third photo you have the same expression on your face that I get whenever my husband and I go out to an 'event' in the 'scene' in Atlanta lately. I think maybe I should be dusted off and put away in the attic. It's just not the same.

I laughed out loud at the third photo when I saw the purse again. Post a more detailed shot of it if you have one and I'll bet someone knows where to find a replica or something close to it.
Nov. 17th, 2006 04:43 pm (UTC)
Speaking of NY, The Quay br. Piano tuner of earthquakes is running in cinemas there. If it shown in A be sure to see it it's a wonderful
film best seen on the big screen.
Nov. 17th, 2006 09:05 pm (UTC)
I had a default expression for most photos
I used to do this but I came to the conclusion that I can'tmake a normal face for a picture if I am tryiing to I either make a silly face or drag someone else into it too.
This is why most pictures of me have someone else in them.

I love seeing old pictures of my friends, yes I consider you a friend in more than just the livejournal respect, from before I knew them.
Nov. 17th, 2006 11:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you for putting up the photos, I especially likethe photo with the dodo :)
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