From the Père Lachaise Cemetery:
Yeah, so the whole global warming thing... 99 degrees in NYC, 95 here in Paris, 98 in Denver.
It's like Hansel out there--so hot right now. Have you any idea how much I hate the Métro in this weather? French B.O. is not meant to be put in an oven and baked to perfection. What does it take to get some friggin' A.C. up in here? Quick, find Al Gore and his magic wand. Make it snow, Al; make it snow underground.
Well, despite the insufferable ride, I made it to the shady confines of Père Lachaise yesterday. Great place. Good company. The Lizard King says hello.
Morrison was easy to find--hell, all we had to do was follow the sound of Gypsy jewelry. It was like a counter-culture hajj I tell ya.
Modigliani, on the other hand, was harder to locate. Such a plain grave for such a colorful character. Was he not the last true Bohemian in Montmartre? (I admit I was distracted by all the crosses surrounding the site before I remembered that he was a Sephardic Jew who died penniless.)
On to the links, hoping they'll help pass the duller moments of the day:
The Big Lebowski: F*cking Short Version
Blender's 25 Biggest Wusses Ever. Note: I am highly disappointed that the good folks at Blender left 90s R&B group Color Me Badd off the list. I mean, look at those guys. [Picture not included, for obvious reasons.]
Trailer to Broken Lizard's latest project: Beerfest. (Yes, this movie will pale in comparison to their tale about the Vermont Highway Patrol.)
Hipster Bingo........ brilliant!
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but did you find my girl, Claire Hammond, there?
my friend Michael and I went to the Lizard King's grave on Nov. 26, 2004, and called our friend Joe for his birthday. He allegedly lives in the "little Hollywood bungalow," where Jim and Pam shacked up. Or so say all the older neighbors on our street. Anyway we thought it fitting, sorta cradle to grave in a way.
Are there any graveyards left for you to tour?
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