December 2, 2010
Lake Erie
Winter is icumen in, and I’m thinking of this scene from Stranger Than Paradise.
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This is pretty much my life for the next four months or so. Except John Lurie and Richard Edson probably won’t drive from New York to visit me.
And I’m not Eszter Balint.
Oh. My. God.
Oh. No. I knew it. I knew you’d see this, Carole. I knew the instant I posted it. And I’m really really really really really really sorry.
Carole, if you’re still here, please allow me to say this. It is a variation on what I say to cats and babies when they reach for something dangerous, something inimical to them. I say, “That’s not for cats,” or “That’s not for babies.”
Great Lakes Winter. “That’s not for Carole.”
I saw it and pulled a thick blanket on. The clip literally made my blood run cold.
I will try and find something warm and lush and tropical for you.
But you know — knowing me, it will be something a-hundred-and-eighty-degrees horrible.
I can’t help myself. I was born that way and had a relapse.
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I loved this film – and this time in my life.
Wow. Damn. Thank you, Marco.
Fishing. With John.
That was me singing but you couldn’t hear.
“Out on the water . . . “