Is this the smartest thing I ever said?
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Is this the smartest thing I ever said?
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[this is repurposed from a much longer & spectacularly bad work called "Sluts Like Us," by me & Alex Neil, with input from Lina Todd, dated 3/23/86]
Take a deep breath & let it out.
I believe people are good.
I believe they will come to their senses.
I believe most people want the best for others as well as themselves.
I believe they can see through a con man, liar, trigger-happy sociopath.
Even if Read More
I used to walk around
but now I sit around
I used to lie around
but now I lie a lot
I used to tie my shoes
but now I wear star socks
I used to drive a car
but now I park my car
I used to have a cat
now I have a canary
I used to be a book
but now I am an exit
I used to be Boston
but now I’m Elizabeth
I used to be a shortstop
but now I’m underhanded
I used to be a Patsy
but now I’m Ruby
3/85 Read More
"Yeah, all she lost were her teeth."
I saw it & exchanged a look with a lady. So tragic!
There was one shoe under the bench.
A Wonderful Day
“loving them both so in a northern town”
Here is what happened on August 12: Read More
Her legend arose because people no longer recognized a crucified long-haired man as Jesus and thought the pictures were of a martyred woman. The story Read More
I assumed that if I sat on a bench on Second Avenue & St Mark's Place, someone I knew would come by.
First, Stu, who lives in Read More
It's not all that unusual for people around town to stop me & admire my long silver-purple hair. Generally, though, it's an older man "I love when women don't dye their hair!") or women my age who lament their own too-short too-thin too-whatever hair.
This time it was a girl in her 20s. Not only that, a Crusty girl in her 20s. The Crusties Read More
It was: purple & beflowered.
The lady said, Read More
A different man's voice greeted me.
Panic: I simultaneously tried to make that voice be Johnny's & freaked out that he'd been once again hit by a car.
The man said he was at the bus stop on 2nd Avenue & 9th St, had found Johnny's iPhone, Read More
We're so polite! she said, & then we both exaggerated it: After you! with sweeping bows.
Then came the pause where one decides whether to go on.
I lived in California for 8 years, she said. People smile big but it was "fuck you" behind your back.
I'm from the Midwest, I said: the origin of politeness.
New York is straightforward: we do it or we don't, but there's no honeyed tones & last-minute "my grandma died, can't follow through."
And that was that. We were pleased & then we were finished. Read More
A fourth-generation Californian, he is originally from a well-to-do enclave in Oakland, where his writer-aunt Harriet Levy introduced Gertrude Stein to Alice B. Toklas. His mother's letters home from her year (1912) in Paris meeting Picasso, Matisse, among others, were Read More
Johnny's sister & niece in town for a few days, & we chose the hottest day of the week to stroll the High Line. I was struck again by how wonderful it is that someone thought of making an elevated park out of an abandoned railbed.
Maureen (& Johnny) grew up in Manhattan, on the Irish Upper East Side, and had almost never been to the West Side. This West Side, full of construction & tourists, is nothing like it was even 15 or 20 years ago, let alone more than 50 when she left, a young bride, getting started on having seven children in 10 years.
She & Mary are full of curiosity & appreciation—the best visitors you could hope for.
As my sister said, since when is a busted taillight a capital crime?
"When you're not white" seems to be the correct, & awful, answer.
Were the police always trigger-happy?
What do I do besides feel & express outrage, sorrow, fury?
Am I wanted as an ally? What does being an ally mean?
Friday Update: And then: Five cops killed by snipers, in Dallas, at a peaceful rally. Has everyone gone mad? Read More
Excuse me, says a young woman who is seated at an outdoor café. Can I take your picture?
She gestures to my shirt, which reads:
What part of UFF DA don't you understand?
I see that shirt all the time in Slovenia, she goes on, but I never knew what it meant.
She doesn't have an accent.
My sister sends me a lot of gifts from the Scandinavian heritage shop in Fargo. I tell her uff da is Norwegian for oy vey, she snaps her photo, thanks me & I walk on, wondering about the Norwegians of Slovenia. Read More
New York has much better fireworks, I'm sure, although Read More
Let summer begin! Read More