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Back from the library, where the stacks were closed even though I checked the website before I left. It was okay, I had some online research to so, from databases only accessible to me from the library, but still! This always happens to me. I love it there though.  I want to work there, but so do a lot of other people I imagine, and I don’t have the appropriate degrees. 

I found some funny answers I gave in a 1996 interview.  Funny to me I should say. And so me.  I love that I gave these answers.

What are the sources of your best and most original ideas?

Disappointment. Longing.

Where do you find inspiration?

Success is very inspiring but I would keep going even if everything I did failed. Fear of death, maybe? The promise of sex?

I added a link to the jewelry of Kim Sujovolsky Marrero, (Aly Sujo’s niece). She dedicated one line to him, and there’s a bunch of photographs of Woodstock. Aly always told her that her rings looked like something that came out of the movie Dune (I see it). The work is beautiful.

On a whole other note, a friend on Facebook sent pointers to a site called
Fuck You Penquin, which was cracking me up for a while. Thank you, Beth.

And this one I got from 3QuarksDaily, 50 Things We Know Now (We Didn’t Know This Time Last Year): 2008 Edition.

I went to this club occasionally in the early 80’s.  It was always a little terrifying to me, in a fun way.  People were so over the top here.  Dancing on the bar near naked, etc.  Plus, the neighborhood late at night was very iffy then.  I saw my first dead body not far from here (okay, that was not fun).

I’m not posting any pictures of my family because I don’t like how any of them came out. I’m not very good with candids, it turns out. I can take decent portraits, when someone has agreed to let me take their picture, but not when their attention is elsewhere and I can’t call out, “Okay everyone, chins down!”

But there was great company, great food, lots of wonderful presents, a Christmas tree—and I still don’t get how other cat owners get to have a tree, so no fair, is all the cat-evil of the world concentrated in my cats alone? 

My sister-in-law Karen (who sent me home piled down with great food) so nicely timed everything so that I didn’t have to come home and arrive in Penn Station at a misery inducing hour.

Incidentally, the only good Christmas shots I got yesterday were in Penn Station, when I walked around taking pictures of everyone’s efforts to dress up the place. I was most focused on the token booth, such a sad structure, and my intention was to show the hopelessness of trying to brighten it, but then this girl smiled! And turned a somewhat dreary shot into a happy shot.