curi·ous {Old French curios} Drawn to investigate, prick up the ears, ponder for the sake of pondering. Enticed by mysteriously labeled bottles.
vo·luptu·ary {Late Latin volupturius} A lass devoted to the pursuit of pleasure. An unabashed epicurean, hedonist, libertine, sensualist, lotus-eater.
A midnight swim in the Olympic-sized, Mission Revival (1913) mineral pool (with eerie view of steaming geyser that feeds it), under the meteor-filled August sky is an experience that will stay with me a long while. Mom made a wish on a Perseid casualty. Heaven.
Cheesecake for the patient:
Kimmi in the very same hat, summer of 1976, Utah…
Last night in New York as a resident. Friends braved the 102 heat and introduced me to El Quijote, an old-school Spanish place tucked under the Chelsea Hotel thats been serving fresh seafood, tall cocktails, and superb flan since the 1930s.
Tim, Katherine, Harry Smith, William S. Burroughs and Andy Warhol at the Quijote.
Goodbye to all that!
Adirondack weekend: shooting stars, calling loons, holding hands with chipmunks. Hunting in bogs for carnivorous plants, not tipping the canoe, costumed cocktail hour on the veranda. Sassy comebacks, deep ponderings, icy lake swims. A rather perfect send-off from the fine state of New York.
All day the song Coney Island Steeplechase was rolling through my head, which was appropriate I suppose, as Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson were king and queen of the mermaid parade this year. The degree to which I appreciate being in a 100 % New York freakshow cannot be overestimated. Would you like to go [...]
Temporal Sluts was what it said on the poster outside the ladies room. It was a band flyer, but well describes our current state of mind and being. Above is the chandelier outside Cookies Cream, a hidden, secretish (how secret can you be with a write up in the NYT?) vegetarian restaurant in Mitte where [...]
A fun night visiting friends who are fellows at Wissenschaftskolleg zu Berlin this year (library below). Alfonso kickcd a** at ping pong, I admired the spring blossoms. Finally!
“(Swinburne is) a braggart in matters of vice, who has done everything he could to convince his fellow citizens of his homosexuality and bestiality without being in the slightest degree a homosexual or a bestializer.”
Damn, Oscar Wilde, throw down the decadent gauntlet! Nevermind Wilde himself was derided by Edmond de Goncourt as lifting his poncy [...]