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A Blogger's night

February 9, 2006 By pia

“Who am I,” she thinks to arrogantly demand an audience for her very mundane thoughts.  She admits to being insightful and sometimes provocative, at times even deliberately.  But still, why should people read her blog, that is all about her, her, her?

“Because damn it they do,” she says as she drinks teany,’s vanilla, berry, hibiscus mixed with sparkling Poland Spring water.  It’s very light and makes the TV Guide glass look infused with iridescent plum.

She’s beginning to wish that she had put two of the TV Guide glasses away so they wouldn’t have that been washed too many times before look.  Well, how was she supposed to know? 

The only other plastic glasses she had owned, as an adult, were of The Rugrats.  She knew a lot of kids; they loved that she owned Rugrat plastic plates and actually ate off them when alone.

Once she had a kids party and gave out Spongebob limited edition paper towels, other Spongebob toys, put in Hefty garbage bags as goody bags.  The girls loved it; their mothers wanted to kill her because the girls guarded the paper towels for a far longer time than anybody would have thought.

Probably because she gave it to them, and she has a magical apartment filled with blue, and shades of pink walls with lavender doors.  Her Jensens city love seat is fuchsia; one deco swivel chair is in a light pink brocade. It looks like an evening gown Charlize Theron might wear.  The other swivel chair is in a dark blue with tiny almost unnoticeable pink stripes in a cotton tuft.  The material cost a small fortune but does remind her of a vintage Chanel suit,

She still has the same Mexican pottery she had when she was sixteen.  Dona Rosa was a brilliant potter and artisan who lived high in the mountains in Oaxaca.  Once a year her husband would come from his other family in Mexico City, make her pregnant, take most of her pottery and leave for the next eleven months. 

Fortunately Dona Rosa lived long enough to find out that her pottery was in folk museums throughout out the world, her husband had neglected to tell her that or how much money her stuff commanded.

This is where I go into the first person.  Her story has always amazed me; until recently her work and Oaxacan black pottery was very cheap.  Oaxaca has black dirt to make the pottery with.

Living in Oaxaca the summer I turned sixteen taught me many things.  Most importantly an affinity for Hispanics; almost all my good friends are; and less important but vital to a good life; it taught me to trust my taste.

While I also learned true values, justice, history, some archeology, sociology, and had read many required books prior to coming, none of that is important for this post and gawd do I love blogging for that.

My taste’s been nurtured; it’s grown and changed with the times; but it’s always been uniquely mine.  I also collect cd’s, books, some crystal and much glass.  My living room has three glass tables, all different and different sizes; I know that’s bad feng shui but it’s the only way I can have furniture in the living room without it being obtrusive.  The apartment itself has such good feng shui that it overrides it.

The original owner and the contractor fell in love and married.  She rented it out for years, heard that the New York market was heating up, and I was the lucky winner.

There’s a new play by Charles Grodin about an Upper East Side coop board; he specifically says that it’s not an Upper West Side one as he’s buying an apartment here. My board interview was the fastest ten minutes of my life.  I had studied for months before going; and my friend who was then a soap star and had been almost rejected but not was vice president of his would shoot me possible questions while we were on vacation in Point Pleasant.  I was prepared for anything, plus I wore a fitted black pant suit with golden carmel piping that almost exactly matched the highlights in my hair, and an old but obviously expensive attache case that had been my dad’s. 

I have no idea why I just added all this.

She pours some more nytea and sparkling Poland Spring, and takes to her bed where she watches a DVR’d episode of Lost, and maybe one of something else.

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Comments

  1. Bone says

    February 9, 2006 at 11:25 am

    OK, Poland Springs, TV Guide, Charles Grodin. All significant (or at least exist) in Seinfeld lore 🙂

    Just thought you should know. And you thought Soup Nazi was the only Seinfeld reference you’d made in the last three days 😉

    Oh, not to mention referring to herself in the third person. “Jimmy likes spicy chicken.”

  2. Sar says

    February 10, 2006 at 1:56 am

    That reminds me, thankfully we DVR’d LOST too, as I still have to watch the end of LOST. I missed it because I was studying the inside of my eyelids at the time.

    And good choice Pia, Point Pleasant over Sleazeside anyday.

  3. Janet says

    February 10, 2006 at 6:03 am

    The first paragraph hit home. I know it wasn’t the total point of your post, but it’s the reason I’m weary to blog only about me. Who wants all Janet, all the time?:)

  4. shayna says

    February 10, 2006 at 7:42 am

    More and more… please…

    I had to laught about Sponge Bob… For her 3rd birthday she had a Sponge Bob birthday party. The birthday cake was in shape of Sponge Bob and she wouldn’t let us “cut” him…LOL!

  5. cat says

    February 10, 2006 at 3:40 pm

    This post makes my Top Ten All Time Favorite Courting Destiny Entries list.

  6. Miz BoheMia says

    February 10, 2006 at 4:25 pm

    Keep it coming! We’re thristin’ for more!

  7. Miz BoheMia says

    February 10, 2006 at 4:26 pm

    Keep it coming! We are thirstin’ for more!

  8. lisa says

    February 12, 2006 at 4:29 am

    perhaps my real and imagined hispanic heritage has something to do with why you like me? (or i like you)

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I live in the South, not South Florida, a few blocks from the ocean, and two blocks from the main street. It's called Main Street. Amazes me too.

I'm from New York. I mostly lived in the Mid-Upper East Side, and the heart of the Upper West Side. It amazes me when people talk about how scared they were of Times Square in the 1970's and 1980's.

As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

What was scary was the invasion of the crack dens into "good buildings in good 'hoods." And the greedy landlords who did everything they could to get good tenants out of buildings.

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Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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