Hello.
I work in comedy tv.
I force myself to twitter.
I perform comedy on stage.
I live in Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn, New York.
This started as a place for me to show my Mom things that are pretty for homes.
If you would like to see where the pictures on this tumblr came from, just click on the photo. I probably didn't take the photo.
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this is me.
Stores I Like/Note to Self:
Amy Perlin
Jayson Home
Marston House
Housingworks
Red Ticking
The Future Perfect
Agent Gallery
Factory 20
Nightwood
Erie Basin
Terrain
Galerie Des Lampes
Vintage Bathroom
Second Hand Rose
Second Dibs
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Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan ‘press on’ has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.” —CALVIN COOLIDGE
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I Can't Deal
- Dad: She's a nutcase!
- Me: I think that's a little strong
- Dad: Well if she's not a nutcase she's an ASSHOLE.
- Me: hahahah
- Dad: These are the kinds of people who bring civilizations down.
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See this Micanopy house? I tried to tumblr it earlier today, when I was about to enter, but the photo didn’t attach to my email.
When my mom and I came home from Micanopy, the first thing my dad said was: “Did you see the house I lived in during college? Big, white, porch, on the left side of the street after 441?”
That’s the house! My dad lived there with a bunch of dirty hippies in the 70’s. In his words, with “dope heads, dope smokers, dope dealers, dope… dopes.”
Too weird, wish I had known.
For the record, the house was really creepy.
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my parents own a survivalist co-op on a secret swamp island in florida. they are politically radical. have you met someone like this?
it’s true.
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living in it
we had a tree like this on chapin ave in florida
let the white bunny run around
got scraped
found a petrified snake
dad brought it into the kitchen
truuuuue
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Moto/Dad Update
Like I said, Dad took me and Lauren to Moto.
He befriended all hipsters waiting for the bathroom and demanded to hear in depth explanations for their tattoos. They were totally into it.
The waiter was amused by him.
We had fried donuts and pudding. Separately. Maybe got drunk.
He told us stories about his Californian commune days. TMI TMI TMI TMI.
Then we witnessed a car wreck.
Fun night.
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A serendipitous chain of events:
Over the past week, I have been pulling Brooklyn Heights articles from the online archives of the New Yorker. The biggest and best yet was a two part 1954 piece about the Beecher-Tilton scandal of the 1870’s, concerning the famous pastor Henry Ward Beecher and two of his parishoners’ wives.
Beecher’s church was Plymouth Church of Pilgrims at 75 Hicks in Brooklyn Heights, so today my dad and I decided to go see it and hunt down some of the addresses referenced in the article I read.
Well, as we came up to the front door of the church, Chelsea came right out. Chelsea invited us in and introduced us to Lois, the church historian. And then Chelsea left and my dad and I received a 1.5 hour private tour of the church. What??? This was great. Real real great.
We heard all about the history of the church and the auctions for slaves’ freedom and Abraham Lincoln’s visits and the way that 4000 (that’s four thousand.) guests got to the church in winter every Sunday (they WALKED across the frozen East River).
We did not hear about Henry Ward Beecher’s affairs, but man oh man did we want to bring it up. Neither of us were sure what the kind historian’s response would have been, though.
Note: my dad had a fifth of Jim Beam in a plastic bag during our church tour. He feels guilty about this.
Also: this photo is of Rose Ward (formerly Pinky) gazing at a statue of Beecher in the church courtyard. Rose’s freedom was auctioned by Beecher at the church when she was 9 years old. The girls sitting on the statue (who are..um, also statues. follow?) are the Edmonson sisters, though many seem to think one of them is Rose. Not so.
Rose revisited the church and spoke about her experience in 1927.
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Vintage silver trailers warm my heart.
My dad owns a few… a Spartan and some Airstreams, I think… including the one he lived in when he went to the University of Florida circa 1972.
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- Dad: I trust the peroration above answers your questions.
- me: ...grandiloquently.
- Dad: *magniloquently*
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I "Enjoyed" a Thanksgiving Buffet Booze Cruise Today. Soundtrack: Jimmy Buffett. (really)
Since my grandmother died, no one really felt like cooking and cleaning our usual Thanksgiving meal.
So…we went on a booze cruise.
I don’t really know what to say, which is sad because it was so AWFULLY AMAZING REDNECK ADVENTURE that I never want to forget.
Stream of Consciousness Highlights:
- They played Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville 3 times.
- They ran out of turkey.
- They spilled a pina colada on my Aunt
- MY AUNT ORDERED A PINA COLADA ON THANKSGIVING
- A really precious boy with Down Syndrome was dancing sooooo hard and it was so so so sweet to watch. He got really excited when they played Redneck Girl.
- You know, “Gimme oh gimme oh gimme a redneck girl.”
- THEY PLAYED REDNECK GIRL ON THANKSGIVING.
- I saw two couples, aged well over 60, making out on the bow catwalks.
- My Dad and I smoked a Cohiba on one of the balconies.
- He kept telling me it was illegal……………..and that is not really news to any Floridian.
