- I live in: a 1960s concrete box in the lower east side of New York City.
- I was born in: St. Louis, Mo.
- If I could live anywhere, it would be: In a home tucked along the cliff of Big Sur, where I could bike each morning to the Big Sur Bakery for coffee, hike to Pfeiffer Beach to write, swim and paint, then grab a glass of Syrah and a steak outside at Nepenthe with The Prince and The Kid. Yes every single day.
- My favorite escape: See above. But in New York it's the 42nd Street Library's Rose Reading Room in winter weather, and Bryant Park in Spring. At night? The Pearl Lounge at Beauty & Essex, tucked into a banquette, Emerald Gimlet in hand.
- 5 things to do before I die: write (and publish) several books, wear a couture gown to a formal event, learn to surf, watch my daughter grow up happy, sentient and fulfilled, and see the Palio.
- I most regret: some things I can't mention here.
- Most random experience: Meeting Milton Berle and having him ask me if I would light his cigar.
- Last iTunes download: Taio Cruz -- Dynamite
- 5 most played iPod tracks: Cee Lo Green -- F**k You, Frank Black & The Catholics -- Do You Feel Bad About It, Katy Perry -- Firework, The Decemberists -- The Crane Wife 3, Mark Knopfler & Alan Clarke -- Wild Theme
- 5 things that annoy me about myself: my tendency to curse (every day), my tin ear for music (see above), my pessimism, my distaste of exercise, and overall distrust.
- 5 least desirable qualities in other people: rudeness, insensitivity, selfishness, having a lack of humor, and being myopic.
- Personal qualities I value the most: loyalty, a dry wit, kindness, generosity, honesty.
- Dream dinner party guest list (dead or alive): Lucille Ball, Mark Twain, Thierry Henry, Madeline Albright, Clay Felker, Ann Richards, my great aunt Gert, Cher, Pauline Kael, Walker Evans, Jimi Hendrix, Stan Lee and Cleopatra.
Firstborn is obsessed with death. It started with the odd comment, such as; "Mummy, what happens when you die?" OK, I thought, I was expecting this at some point, what a cute little curious brain she has. So I trotted out all the cosy Heaven stuff and left out all the things that could worry her, such as worms and bones and holes in the ground. This went down pretty well, although somehow Firstborn made the jump from my view of Heaven (filled with love, joy, always warm, never rains, has a huge discount designer shoe outlet and I never have to pay my Visa bill) to her own view of Heaven; a wonderous place where small girls don't have to eat their vegetables before they're allowed pudding, and where Barbie dolls grow on trees. Anyway, I digress. Last week Firstborn started shouting "Kill! Kill!" in a bloodthirsty tone while bashing her hithero-beloved teddy against the wall. This was topped by her purposely flushing her favourite My Little Pony down the loo. ...
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Right, gonna go check out your music now... :-)
I'll try to IM you later via Google, we gotta talk about your music!! :-)