We were included in a group interview in Newsday
At Courting, we, that’s me, the Savannah’s our desk and lap tops, and our imaginary dog Toto, seem be getting our share of publicity lately. Yes, we did name our computers and other objects before The Times made it fashionable this past Thursday.
Don’t want to say that we’re on a roll, as we’re very superstitious. We will be making a mainstream press page on Monday.
Would like to thank EW, Alice, Patriotic Cowgirl, Janet
Cat who for some reason I can’t link to, Shayna, Dan, Trine,, MizB, and Lisa for being born after the American bicentennial and, yes, you get me!
Each person I have mentioned has impacted on my life in differring but important ways. They are all worth reading.
Hey, it’s gorgeous out, and I broke my Saturday night-never-go-to-the-movies-rule and Lucia and I saw Friends with Money which I will discuss on Monday as it was fascinating. Then again, my posts are always subject to change and whim. Comments–this has been a very unique month. I would say that I have been slightly self-absorbed, but Duke Dawg Doug assures me that it’s normal. As Doug is always perfect in his definitions, site hosting and comments, I must agree. He also learned from the best, she says so modestly.
Many of my closest friends are in their 30’s and under. I don’t believe that baby boomers invented the wheel. Might have perfected it a bit, but the generation(s) that have come after us are perfecting it even more. Being a baby boomer doesn’t make me wise, incredibly knowledgeable or more interesting than anybody else.
I’m just me and I like being chief spokesperson and only spokesperson, at this moment, for Pia Savage
Though we don’t live on the Island we’re of the Island Nobody can ever say that we’re not true to our Island roots.
Of course hated it when growing up. Life was about getting out of the Island. The Expressway and LIRR meant freedom.
Somehow I stayed for the next five years, except for a few months in Stuy Town while saving money for a sojourn to Europe and Israel where I could live for free as long as I cleaned bathrooms on the Kibbutz. Also spent much time in the East Village. proper.
I learned to love Long Island because it is beautiful, with some of the best beaches in the world. Sea Cliff was so cool then, filled with artists and students, Roslyn Village had a hippie department store, a great hippie restaurant, but the name escapes me now, and My Father’s Place, a truly incredible music club with, I think great hamburgers.
Almost everybody worth listening to played there just before they hit it really big. When I Googled it, the individual entries were a visit to a time when Peace! meant peace, smiley faces had seen better days, flower power was questionable, but music was everything.
Many of my best friends really do come from the Island or have moved back. We were the baby boomers who wanted to experience everything, played roles in the anti-war movement, didn’t have conventional lives, had children late, changed careers, and don’t plan on ever retiring, unless forced to by circumstances for one or both of two big reasons: we can’t afford to as life in New York and Long Island is incredibly expensive, though Manhattan has become virtually unaffordable.
My dad worked up until the moment he had a massive stroke. He couldn’t have lived without vitally contributing to the world. To be vital means to keep exercising the brain. Many studies show that people with plaque that normally would have led to Alzheimer’s, staved it off by keeping their brain exercised
EW, you’re a bit young to be worrying about Mad Cow, the Denny Crane syndrome, many of us have claimed as our own. Even if you didn’t have a month from today until you turned 20, and were three times your age, that’s the last thing that I would worry about for you.
Verbal acuity seems to play a big part in it. Yes I have read Elegy for Iris and the other books by John Bayley about his wife Iris Murdoch, and they contributed to my need to write every day.
How blogging has positively contributed to my writing is a subject for another day. It’s 80 degrees and I have to get outside. Tomorrow I might even go to Long Beach, since I must repay Long Island back….
Wait, the five years seven months I spent at the world’s scariest public Junior and Senior High Schools must have counted…Scary not for the usual reasons, but ones that I explore in Courting.
Had turned comments off because I have had so many wonderful comments recently, and while I do bask in them, it’s ironic how much the tone of the comments have changed in the past seventeen months since Friday since I joined BE, and discovered that people actually read other peoples blogs.
That knowledge changed my life more than I would have thought possible. Last night however I broke two rules: no going to dinner and a movie on a Saturday night; no going to the movies with a friend. Break the last one a lot as I speak to Lucia every day, and she and Little Luce are a big part of my city family and have been forever.
Tell me what self-imposed rule you have broken recently? We all have them, just might not be aware of them. Sex doesn’t count. Too easy; or not.
I will be reading blogs during the week, but today is another incredible day in the Big Apple, and I’m going out to play