on july 6, my favorite room in new york is open again...i'll probably cry when i go back tbh
i used to write in the rose room 3x a week so this last year and a half of not having those ceilings has been acutely felt
also i want to thank all of the archivists at libraries everywhere who have been tirelessly working to send pdfs and pull things remotely for researchers (heroes!) but i truly cannot wait to get my hands on manuscript archives again
i missed it but yesterday was nanci griffith's 68th birthday and i just want to thank her cosmically for getting me through pretty much every long drive and long night i've ever had. here is my favorite of her performances.
her entire live album "one fair summer evening" is the perfect mid-summer record and she is the only person whose stage banter is as good as the songs that comes after it
also i know we talk a lot about how the music press was deranged when it came to women in the 1990s but this is truly one of the most deranged profiles of all time and nanci deserved better texasmonthly.com/articles/you-c…
with a nod to lisa cohen's "all we know," still one of my favorite books ever about women and time (you can read it here!: bookshop.org/books/all-we-k…)
literally show me a better person than shelley winters
when shelley is like "what is with all the youth worship" and mel is like "well juliet was 13 and romeo was 14" and then shelley yells "EVERYBODY DIED AT 30 IN THOSE DAYS"
i simply love her
that she showed up to late night with a broken foot because she'd spent the day in the ER because she tripped over a cord finding a dress to wear...
the fact that she keeps saying "i don't know how the book is 500 pages, i'm only 30!" (she was 61)
we are contemplating a dog sometime in the not so distant future and i admitted to friends tonight the truth in my heart which is that i think i could be a person who knows and cares greatly for a poodle
now haunting standard poodle rescue sites, pls tell me if you see a good one who needs a home
trying to resist the siren call but like maria callas i cannot