happy birthday, Woody
He flunked out at NYU, with an F in English, and only had a C-plus in film studies. It all led to a mind that pondered....Once again I tried committing suicide-this time by wetting my nose and inserting it into the light socket. Unfortunately, there was a short in the wiring, and I merely caromed off the icebox...and.... How wrong Emily Dickinson was! Hope is not "the thing with feathers." The thing with feathers has turned out to be my nephew. I must take him to a specialist in Zurich.
Both republished without permission from The Complete Prose of Woody Allen. Maybe NOW he will call me.
posted by phil at 3:58 PM
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I always wanted to live in a Woody Allen movie. Oh, and in New York. Obviously!
I have a couple of his books too, as I guess you do. From "The Scrolls" (Without Feathers):
"The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep."
I have his 'Complete Prose' within armslength, leaning right against 'The Groucho Letters.'
Any particular movie you'd like to reside in? I chose Crimes and Misdemeanors.
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