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<\/p>\nBill made a joke the other night that my apartment, in the eyes of the blog world, is “mythical”. hahahahaha We were laughing, he said – “No, but seriously … you just know<\/i> people are wondering: just how small is it<\/i>???” So ridiculous and funny. Anyway, here are a couple of peeks. At corners of it anyway.<\/p>\n
The corner. With my often ice-cold radiator. And my beautiful dark curtains. And my random 8-ball – given to me as a gift by a cast member in the last show I did. Oh, and my plant. His name is Andrew. He was given to me over 10 years ago when he was a teeny Dr. Seuss-esque stalk. He is now a glorious (and rather twisted) tree.<\/p>\n
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\nTooooo many books. This is my history (world history as well as American history) bookshelf – as well as my Founding Fathers Biography bookshelf (I keep them separate from other biographies.) I LOVE my hat box (on the top of the bookcase). Jean gave it to me. It’s filled with letters and photographs.<\/p>\n
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\nOver the door into the kitchen … a photo by the wonderful<\/i> Sam Shaw of 2 of my idols and inspirations – John Cassavetes and Gena Rowlands. (And in the background – you can see how I, like all urban dwellers, must store things in plain sight – and high up. I’ve got my summer fan on top of my kitchen cupboards, and my picnic basket that Ann Marie gave me – oh and my George Foreman grill as well. Thank God for random high-up storage space.) Now this is ridiculous – but that photo was in an Interview magazine many years ago – and it was spread across 2 sides of the magazine. I loved the photo so much that I ripped it out – trying to keep the two sides intact, but they ripped. I got it Xeroxed, as is – and somehow I really like the rip down the center. It gives it an oddly authentic feeling. I’ve had this photo on my wall for almost 20 years now. When I freakin’ die, that photo will be on my wall. I can say, with all honesty, that not a day goes by that I don’t look up at it, and just contemplate it, for a few happy reflective moments.<\/p>\n
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\nAnother bookshelf – literally jammed into the only corner I had left for it. Which means I cannot stand in front of it, perusing my books – the dresser is in the way – but c’est la vie. That’s what happens when you live in a 2 room apartment with 1800 books. I just love this view, though. I love my little ivy plant coming over the top … I love the things on the side of the bookshelf – each item has its own personal meaning … my favorite photograph of the World Trade Center is at the bottom – two people are kayaking in the Hudson, a slate-grey Hudson, with a slate-grey sky – and the towers look huge and glowering … there’s also a quote about being an artist from John Cassavetes – printed in the middle of a huge spotlight – a painting of a white dove – that one makes me feel better and peaceful every time I look at it. Oh yeah, and then all my books. That’s my adult fiction shelf, by the way. Or, one of them.<\/p>\n
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Bill made a joke the other night that my apartment, in the eyes of the blog world, is “mythical”. hahahahaha We were laughing, he said – “No, but seriously … you just know people are wondering: just how small is … Continue reading