A spring evening in New York and here, once again, piled into Alexander Amesâ€™s bed were Clyde Foreman, Paul Loopy, Phil Owen, Eve Hecht, Emma Beckmanâ€”as well as Alexander himselfâ€”together now like on most days where they occupied the lunch-table, a corner of the classroom or the steps outside their high school. Emma lay to the right of Alexander, her right arm resting on his leg, her hand opened over his knee. A frail girl with dark hair and a crooked nose, she had on a perfume smelling of sunflowers that her mother had brought home for her just yesterday. She wore a black cashmere sweater and a white skirt, the length of which would have resulted in her dismissal from school. Read more →
Last week I saw an e-mail in my inbox from Andrew Kuo with the above title and thought, wha?? Cool. Then I opened it and it was a mass e-mail promoting HUGS, the night he DJ’s at Lit. And I was like, whatever! But now it’s a week later, I’m uptown and a little lonely and thinking about going out. I just read it again, and decided even though it’s a mass e-mail advertisement for a “night” at a downtown club that is kind of smelly, it seems honest and I love Paul Simon. You win Andrew. I’m coming to Lit. And maybe some other lonely soul that reads this in the next few hours will come out and have fun too.
Subject: upper east side fixation debunked!
Date: September 23, 2007 3:38:04 PM EDT
From: Andrew Kuo
“but i would not give you false hope
on this strange and mournful day”Â Read more →