ADDED: A description of Stella's (which I'm reading the next day):
The coffee house ... was opened in the early 1990s. It had an old European feel to it and quickly became the home to brooding writers, cynics, Marxist revivalists, and all other manner of people looking for a dark and smokey place in which to waste away the hours of their lives.
Yes, it's an unusually dark café. When I walked in, I said "Oh, it's the beatnik kind."
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Watch out, Ann. William Shatner will call you, you know he goes for the blue girls.
It's funny what Bob said because my first impression (after seeing the photo) was to misread the label "off-blog" as "blast-off."
Cool!
Ah no, . . ., THERMAL!
Thermal, eh?
Hmmm. No warmth coming off you! I guess it works.
Ohhh, no no no, Ann, no.
That pic makes you look like the late Queen Ingrid of Denmark, during her unfortunate Kabuki make-up period.
However, those lights are mesmerising.
They remind one of that recent photo of the spiders 8 eyes, under ultra-violet light.
I would do linkage, but I don't want to horn in on Ruth Anne's province.
Cheers,
Victoria
You've got something right... there. No, over. Little bit more. There.
Now... why so blue?
That new airport screening device really is detailed!
I'm Blue
Anytime.
http://imdb.com/title/tt0093773/quotes
Speaking of IMDB...
Ann, guys, with GREAT regret, I am almost 100% sure I won't be doing my Oscars commentary spiel this Sunday.
I loved the banter we had, with Blogger delays and all, during the Golden Globes.
But sadly, I have a previous commitment with my folks on Sunday.
I will be TiVo'ing though, so I'll pitch in later...
Cheers,
Victoria
AMY: There's a place I go now, the cutest little place near my apartment in Greenwich Village. It's called Ann's 440. It's a beatnik bar.
NORVILLE: You don't say.
AMY: Yes, you can get carrot juice or Italian coffee, and the people there -- well, none of them quite fit in. You'd love it --
Victoria: I am not the only one allowed to provide historical linkage.
I shall be your general dogsbody then!
A prod, a nod, a foot shod in the right direction.
Cheers,
Victoria
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