A makeshift guide to recognizing poetry outside of paradise.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Alfresco dining, just in time for spring
The Pier 66 Maritime, home of The Frying Pan, has just re-opened in time for eating-and-drinking-on-a-boat season (isn't that the best season of all?). I couldn't be more excited to return to New York.
"Life's dirty. Life's unclean. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right? Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey pies. That's us. We're fabulous."
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