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SOAT and a beautiful tale of found flowers!

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SOAT made me lose my glasses AND find flowers!

I had worked out hard yesterday, got sweaty and then ran around doing errands. When I got home I was freezing, so I took a nice hot bath and knew that this was a beautiful preparation for a lazy afternoon cuddling with the dogs and SOAT. I lay down and immediately realized I should take my contacts out for a much easier read. I took them out, and grabbed glasses (to get back to my room), took off the glasses for a gloriously easy read and lovely afternoon with SOAT. When it was time to stop I looked for my glasses and they were nowhere to be found. I literally could not figure it out. My room is neat. The whole house is neat but I scoured the entire house. I remembered that at a couple of junctures Lucy and Tallulah had run outside. I assumed they heard squirrels but wasn't really paying attention. They do "steal" from time to time…

So, this morning I went outside to scour the yard. It's huge but I walked almost every inch of it, even the awkward places that only Tulle and Lucy frequent, ducking under trees, etc. I came to a magical place. There is a bird of paradise plant that is sort of shoved (uncomfortably, I think) into a spot that I can't see from the yard or house….Look what I harvested and how cool they look next to the book (which I am savoring, by the way).

Still no glasses…but I can see this beauty (and yours) a mile away!

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SOAT in Australia!

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Yeahhh so excited….finally got to start your new book yesterday in my new Zen Garden in Melbourne Australia. Thank you thank you. <3

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OH GOD…here's one from the vaults!

A friend of this page just dug up these very incriminating photos and sent them along…

More than a decade ago, when I was still a staff writer for GQ magazine, I wrote a story about the week I spent disguised as a man, wandering around the streets of NYC, trying to see how the other 50.2% live.

My guy name was "Luke Gilbert"…and there I am (in a haircut that my friend Rayya gave me, and in a photo by the great Mary Ellen Mark.)

It was a rather interesting week, needless to say. I didn't love being a man (I felt emotionally and physically locked up in my fake maleness) but I did love the experience, and I LOVED when the guy at the Air Force recruiting station in the center of Times Square told me to enlist so I could become a fighter pilot "punch some holes in the sky, dude!"

Sadly, I can't find the actual article anywhere online, but I can tell you that during that entire week I did sport, in my pants, a condom stuffed with birdseed, in order to give me the appropriate…er…HEFT.

Also, I braved the men's room at Shea Stadium during a ball game, and never got caught.

Ah, youth….

Lots of love,
Luke/Liz

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A sweet story — SOAT saves the baby mosses!

My friend Lindsay sent me this photo, which her mother in Virginia sent to her the other day. Apparently, Lindsay's mom had recently hired a landscaper to come "tear out all that moss" in her backyard and replace it with lawn…but after reading "The Signature of All Things", she was unable to do it, having now fallen in love with the idea that moss beds are tiny, magnificent forests of their own.

So the gorgeous moss was saved, and the book had its portrait taken in the lush green natural carpet, as a tribute.

Hooray, Lindsay's mom!

Alma would be so pleased…

🙂
LG

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