NOWHERE IN THIS POST, ANY OTHER POST OR COMMENT I HAVE WRITTEN IN CD OR ANY OTHER BLOG DO I SAY, IMPLY OR INFER THAT I AM BETTER THAN ANYBODY ELSE. That is an absurd allegation that has no basis in fact or anything I have written. But if you want to distort my truth and perceptions and that’s all anybodies truth is, feel free. It’s kind of cool because I do have self-esteem issues; not massive ones–here I go again–disclaiming my damned life away!
I have been trying to write this post all afternoon with no success. Yesterday at my team political blog, Cranky, Sally and I wrote posts about Karl Rove’s truly sick statement. Somebody commented to me on Sally’s thread.
The commenter actually believes that people in Manhattan Beach CA (for example) were as affected by 9/11 as the people of Manhattan. I’m speechless for one of the few times in my life.
This person didn’t wake up late at 8:50 AM, recently began working at home, turn on the radio where the disc jockey said turn on the TV. I did without even thinking how odd that was. Called Lucia; we had a big argument because I knew from the first second that this was a terrorist attack. A plane in trouble would have diverted itself or been diverted to the water, which was right there. Lucia and I were cut off.
Little Luce had just begun middle school. I ran there. Lucia and another friend work in two of the next tallest buildings in Manhattan. They’re next to each other. They found each other and walked home–in heels; no time to put on sneakers.
How do you tell ten year olds when they ask about people they know who worked in the Towers, that you don’t know? How do you explain that the buildings they equated with good times were gone, but the world goes on, when you’re not sure it will? How do you sleep at night knowing that your services aren’t yet required? There is nothing you can do but buy supplies.
I could go on and on about that day, and the days and months afterwards and how strange it was to see no traffic on the streets. For some reason that’s a big thing to me–remember it like a Coen Brothers movie.
Since Warren Zevon’s “The Wind” came out I have been obsessed with it. It’s a fatalist’s love song CD. I listen to it often, and always find something new and enticing in the lyrics. It’s great on about 8,000 levels.
The first time I saw Al Franken’s little old lady with the PBS bag and “the progroms, the progroms, they’re happening again,” I couldn’t stop laughing. That was me; except I’m not little, old, don’t have a PBS bag, and only whine on my blog. It’s an effective tool that’s brought Al Franken much money and success and me…tsouris (pain), and some Internet interest. Think I spelt that right. My Yiddish vocabulary is limited to about eight pivotal words.
Lucia who is of Puerto Rican Catholic and Baptist ancestry has to teach me Yiddish phrases. When we would go out BLL (before Little Luce) people would think she was the Jew and I was the Puerto Rican, we’re both very pale skinned though mine has a slightly more olive cast. As New York women who were children of the boroughs we don’t trust people who don’t acknowledge their heritages.
My culture is Jewish; my grand mothers never talked about the world they left; they only looked forward. Do know that my maternal grandmother, at 11, was terrorized by a group of Cossaks and had to hide in a friendly Christian family’s house for a week while her family didn’t know if she was alive or dead. There has been talk that she was gang raped; we don’t know.
While I think my life has been a Woody Allen film; I think more in the vein of Annie Hall andHannah and her Sisters–the greatest film about the Savage family ever made than Radio Days or Broadway Days. Never used to watch Seinfeld as it was too close to home; am watching it now. I am Grace on Will & Grace in college when on again, off again where off, I turned them. Oh god what an admission. There was even a famous campus saying about how X made them go straight, and I made them gay. I thought I just liked sensitive men. There were a few besides on again, off again who remained straight but does anybody remember? Hell no.
This is one of my truly non-linear posts. I need to let off steam and learned that exercise doesn’t get the anger out when I’m in hate the government and all non-moderate Repubs. Can’t believe that they will all fall into line.
I’m writing a memoir, and a novel, but the memoir can be finished much sooner and I have a good chance of selling it. But I can’t stop writing about politics. I have no desire to comment on any Conservative blog nor even comment on my own team blog. Was going to take the summer off from all things Bring it On! related. Still might; it might be the only way I can get away from truly stupid Fundamentalists who think that they’re morally and intellectually superior. Why? Beats me. I was brought up to believe in questioning everything, and have spent my entire adulthood around people who never accepted the status quo.
Can’t read their blogs anymore. Too stupid. They’re getting scared whether they see it or not, and thus exceptionally. Before I go spend the rest of the night watching mindless TV, I leave you with two quotes.
enjoy every sandwich
may all your teeth fall out except for one, and may that one cause you much pain
old Yiddish curse