Entries Tagged as ‘lily’

20 December 2007

The Arrogance Of Being Me Without You In My Nothingness

Some weeks ago, a friend asked me to recommend a good bar in my neighborhood. He was looking for somewhere to take his friends from univ. (That’s how he wrote it, univ. If we hadn’t been on the internet I would have pinched his post-colonially anglophilic ass.)

I told him to [...]

15 December 2007

Fabulous Prayers

I was negotiating with a young bartender over the feasibility of obtaining Lily a green-tea martini (we are all Orientalists here) when she leaned over to me and said, I think that’s Reverend Billy.
Who? I gasped.
Him! Right there! We were whispering urgently now, two hunters in a blind or fine just two [...]

25 November 2007

Lipstick On My Belly Button And Music In The Air

A nice friend gave me a copy of of Julia Child’s My Life In France a few weeks back, because I asked for it.

Paul Cushing Child, 1948
And now it’s mine! I read it hard, in a matter of days, in subways and at kitchen tables and in other shockingly alternative venues like [...]

27 September 2007

The Quest For Cousins (Part I)

by Lily
Two years ago my mother called me from a wedding in Philadelphia and offered to buy me a ticket to fly there for the ceremony the next morning.
She put me on the phone with a male voice called Robert who claimed to be my cousin and told me I was missing a great time. [...]