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I interview me, again, and will probably regret it

July 30, 2006 By pia

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I was going to put in very recent pictures of me, but wimped out. Here’s the ensuing conversation

I: Don’t you feel stupid?

Me: Yes

I: We have eyes, where are they?

Me: You didn’t want to wear any make-up. Go for the natural look you said. Just lip gloss. And a fake tan from towelletes which are kind of cool.

When did makeup become a chore and not a pleasure. Sometimes getting ready was the fun part of the night?

I: You never listen to me. Why did you let us pose?

Me: You took over. You refused to let me philosophize on how putting on makeup helped make us a deep thinker. We spent so much time doing it. And we discovered that beige in the crease, brown in the lid makes deep set eyes look larger.

I: I’m in total need of a break, needed you to be strong. For once you behaved. You always have to have the last word. Now you do nothing.

Me: Hey, I thought of buying a power strip for Savannah two the laptop, the Ipod, the new Bose headphones, the camera, the clarasonic skin brush which can double as a nail brush, the cell and the toothbrush. Now we need a manicure and pedicure.

I: You’re so shallow. You need to do laundry, clean and pack.

Me: Why me? Don’t you do anything?

I: I put the music in the Ipod.

Me: You’re predictable. Even eat breakfast for breakfast. We have the frigging Subdudes, Warren Zevon, John Hiatt, Roseanne Cash, Motown, the CD of great 60’s death songs,Annie Lennox, Ben Harper…

I: Welcome to the cruel world, shut up, and I won’t let you listen to “You must be an angel, tonight,” on the Bose. Remember the first time we heard it on the Walkman? Heaven, we found heaven on earth at Jones Beach.

Me: We deserve a vacation. We better see some real music. And I want us to walk on the beach for endless hours each day.

I: If we spend two hours a day blogging. And another two hours writing. We can break it up. Maybe.

Me: You are so rigid. A vacation’s supposed to be about giving into fun.

I: That’s life. You should begin thinking about giving into middle age. And fun is what it is.

Me: Never. When we’re eligible for Medicare, we can entertain the thought. Where are all the books we’re going to bring?

I: We can read Ian Rankin, Peter Robinson, Jeff Abbot, Marcia Muller, though we can’t bring hardcovers….we’re not giving up mysteries, but first we have to be productive.

Me: Isn’t that the family crest? Productivity reigns. We have to do fun things.

I: Funny. First we have to do the laundry, and clean this apartment, so that we can once again feel superior to the organizing shows on HGTV

Me: You’re hard. Why the hell didn’t we wait for the frigging pictures?
Rafe was supposed to do them. He used to be a photographer for NASA and could have done our hair in different fun styles, and he wouldn’t have let us forget to do our make up.

I:You were. Didn’t forget. Didn’t want to, remember?

Me: That was dumb. When did we go from being pale and Irish or Slavic looking to Native American? And when did our hair go from being uncontrollable to what you used to call “rich girl hair?” Though it goes back to frizzy

I: Can we cut this conversation and do something productive?

Me: Productive. That’s all you ever think about, being productive. We should have been like Marie Dana.

I: You want to be like somebody who had a beer belly at 25? Her idea of a good time, besides hounding old men, was playing quarters in a teen-age boys apartment. And we would never live with an old man to get his estate.

Me: You wouldn’t. I loved listening to “The Wall” over and over again. Marie was fun. She always had a rich man supporting her. You think that women should be completely self-sufficent. Cold bitch. She didn’t hound them. They adored her, beer belly and all because there was something sexy about her.

And you wouldn’t let us go to Lips last night to see a drag show and eat.

I: We’re not on good terms with food right now.

Me: No, you didn’t want to be out late and to drink or have fun with old friends. They had a great time.

I: We needed our strength.

Me: For what? Doing stupid get ready for trip things. We didn’t even do half the things we meant to.

I: You began to play with the camera and explore the vast world that lives in it. It was your idea. The bad ones always are.

We decide to finish this conversation in private where we can really show how shallow we can be. But first we are really really happy that Sar won best political blog in the blogs of summer.

We showed them that a liberal woman with a mix of everything could win a contest. It was short, sweet and fun, unlike a few other contests we know.

I won’t be around blogs for a few days because I do need a total break from life as I have known it for two years. Before that I was a reporter and took stories with me. Why am I defending my need to have a vacation? From blogging. Something that costs me but can be much fun.

And buy Steph Klein‘s book. Straight up and Dirty. She’s a Long Islan bred blogger who moved to Manhattan and is currently trying out life away from New York, and I sure empathize with that.

If I hadn’t followed her into BE on November 14, 2004, I still would be clueless about blogging, and not have met any of you.

From now on when I feel the need to blog about an issue, I will put it in a page.
While I left comments open, I hope that they aren’t misused.

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Comments

  1. Jason says

    July 31, 2006 at 4:02 am

    Pia, I just love this writing style!

    Ha…sounds like what I do when I pack (substitute the iPod for a Rio, add in my “lucky” copy of Leaves of Grass and “super lucky” Rex Mardi Gras coin…)

  2. Jonathan says

    July 31, 2006 at 6:31 pm

    This conversation reminded me of Gollum 🙂 I usually find myself dithering in the middle of the kitchen, actually acting out the conflicting thoughts – taking a step in one direction, then a step in another… which is fine, until your other half catches you and starts laughing.

  3. jacob says

    July 31, 2006 at 6:48 pm

    this was fun.

  4. dan says

    July 31, 2006 at 8:40 pm

    i think you should get yourself a sitcom.

    You already have two great characters. 🙂

  5. A says

    July 31, 2006 at 9:19 pm

    Have a great trip, both of you, and do try to get along so’s you don’t need to book two seats on the flight out.

    Re: your “Magic Glass Balls” — I got a set of my own many years ago, in Colorado:

    http://www.aclassactgallery.com/gl_glasseye.html

    “Brass” are still my fave, but “Magic Glass” are a close second. Have a great and safe trip.

  6. trine says

    July 31, 2006 at 9:54 pm

    pia, this is wonderful! hpoe you have a lovely time away. ive been in norway chiling out so no blogging for about a month, which feels weird..

  7. Mayren says

    August 1, 2006 at 1:11 am

    Found you on Blogexplosion but i’ve visited before thru Kristyn’s : Ya Don’t Say .. Truly a small world ..
    Nice convo with yourself. I say just go for it and take pictures.

  8. cooper says

    August 1, 2006 at 3:38 am

    I’m with Dan on the sitcom idea.
    Loved it.

  9. cooper says

    August 1, 2006 at 3:39 am

    I’m with Dan on the sitcom idea.

    Loved the post.

  10. Miz BoheMia says

    August 1, 2006 at 5:57 pm

    Are you in California yet? Live it up!

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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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