Yesterday, Elvis learned how to use Skype so he and Emma Lee could talk to a 94 year old Israeli who used to work with Ben Gurion et al. V. nice man. Afterwards, their attempts at the New York Public Library were foiled by fashion week—the first floor was closed entirely, and the main reading room was so cold that Elvis lost circulation to his fingers. They turned all white. But they managed to finish their app to the MacDowell Colony, and are going to go back to NYPL this morning to have a fun day of AJC oral history.
Last night, the pair had a nice convo with Poppa Presley, read some book, and went to bed. Elvis is starting to think the his James Michener novel is growing while he sleeps.
Emma Lee didn’t draw Elvis this morning. She drew “Self-Deprecation,” the latest in her “Pretty in Pink” drawings. (See the Dr. Faber-Castell sessions post from last week).
This might be a good time to mention that Emma Lee’s non-Elvis related pictures can be seen here.
Bowie’s on the radio. With any luck, it’s going to be a good day.
Kisses.
