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Of Factoids and Future Shock
May. 21st, 2013 08:47 amThe Jeopardy people wanted Five Fun Factoids about me. Here's what I wrote:
1. I'm a cite in the Oxford English Dictionary. No, really! I am. Apparently, back in 1995, in an article I wrote for Entertainment Weekly, I was one of the first to use the term "fan fiction" in print.
2. In 2009, I ran away and joined the Culpepper and Merriweather Circus.
3. I'm writing a novel about the winter in 1932 that John Steinbeck lived next door to Joseph Campbell, and Joseph Campbell fell in love with John Steinbeck's wife. (Gotta pimp the current project. Who knows. Literary agents may be watching the show.)
4. In 1976, a security guard at the Temple of Karnak smuggled me into his Coptic village on the banks of the Nile in the trunk of his car. I spent a very blissful week there and was smuggled back out to Luxor again in the same fashion.
5. I've ridden my bike in just about every part of the UK, the Netherlands, Belgium, France and Italy.
I left out all the parts about my glamorous life as a model, the various celebrities I blew in elevators and utility closets, the really famous guy who took me to Marrakech, my brief stint as an exotic dancer at a club called The Condor in San Francisco and the Mafia guy who fell in love with me there, and sundry like that. Didn't think those fun factoids were a good match for the Jeopardy audience.
Met up with BB last night. We got rather consciousness-altered and it turned out the event BB wanted to attend was taking place next week instead of this week, so instead we speed walked through the East and West Village. Last time I was anywhere near this part of town was in the early 1990s when I used to stay with Alice, but of course my real memories date back to the late 60s and early 70s. Place is well nigh unrecognizable – Bleeker Street, in particular, has metamorphosed into a kind of mini-Times Square.
(I forget the name of the author who prophesied in the 1970s that the speed with which things in the modern era had begun to change was going to drive people insane, but I felt that a little last night. Suspect that the much written about generational ADD that afflicts practically everyone under 30 is actually a coping mechanism for the speed at which everything is changing.)
BB and I did the logorrhea thing where we babble-babble-babbled to the point of incoherency, dropping the point in mid-sentence and hoping the other person was too stoned to notice. This is fun up to a certain point, but then I passed that point and thought, This person likes me well enough, but I am more-or-less an amusement, and I am tired of being amusing.
We have a pretty solid friendship at this point, so the revelation didn't make me grumpy or bitchy.
I have Internet Dating Site interviews lined up for this afternoon, but honestly? I think I may bail. It just seems like a lot of work. Really, the best way to meet someone is to be seated next to him or her at a party. Cassandra is the only person I know who actually gives parties and come to think of it, Clark and I are discussing the possibility of my spending that July week when Nadia and Dee are away in Germany at the Home for Wayward Wimmen. Clark and I initially met when we were seated next to one another at one of Cassandra's parties.
Off to regurgitate the names of Venezuelan baseball players, and look perky enough so the game show producers decide to give me a chance to humiliate myself on national TV!
1. I'm a cite in the Oxford English Dictionary. No, really! I am. Apparently, back in 1995, in an article I wrote for Entertainment Weekly, I was one of the first to use the term "fan fiction" in print.
2. In 2009, I ran away and joined the Culpepper and Merriweather Circus.
3. I'm writing a novel about the winter in 1932 that John Steinbeck lived next door to Joseph Campbell, and Joseph Campbell fell in love with John Steinbeck's wife. (Gotta pimp the current project. Who knows. Literary agents may be watching the show.)
4. In 1976, a security guard at the Temple of Karnak smuggled me into his Coptic village on the banks of the Nile in the trunk of his car. I spent a very blissful week there and was smuggled back out to Luxor again in the same fashion.
5. I've ridden my bike in just about every part of the UK, the Netherlands, Belgium, France and Italy.
I left out all the parts about my glamorous life as a model, the various celebrities I blew in elevators and utility closets, the really famous guy who took me to Marrakech, my brief stint as an exotic dancer at a club called The Condor in San Francisco and the Mafia guy who fell in love with me there, and sundry like that. Didn't think those fun factoids were a good match for the Jeopardy audience.
Met up with BB last night. We got rather consciousness-altered and it turned out the event BB wanted to attend was taking place next week instead of this week, so instead we speed walked through the East and West Village. Last time I was anywhere near this part of town was in the early 1990s when I used to stay with Alice, but of course my real memories date back to the late 60s and early 70s. Place is well nigh unrecognizable – Bleeker Street, in particular, has metamorphosed into a kind of mini-Times Square.
(I forget the name of the author who prophesied in the 1970s that the speed with which things in the modern era had begun to change was going to drive people insane, but I felt that a little last night. Suspect that the much written about generational ADD that afflicts practically everyone under 30 is actually a coping mechanism for the speed at which everything is changing.)
BB and I did the logorrhea thing where we babble-babble-babbled to the point of incoherency, dropping the point in mid-sentence and hoping the other person was too stoned to notice. This is fun up to a certain point, but then I passed that point and thought, This person likes me well enough, but I am more-or-less an amusement, and I am tired of being amusing.
We have a pretty solid friendship at this point, so the revelation didn't make me grumpy or bitchy.
I have Internet Dating Site interviews lined up for this afternoon, but honestly? I think I may bail. It just seems like a lot of work. Really, the best way to meet someone is to be seated next to him or her at a party. Cassandra is the only person I know who actually gives parties and come to think of it, Clark and I are discussing the possibility of my spending that July week when Nadia and Dee are away in Germany at the Home for Wayward Wimmen. Clark and I initially met when we were seated next to one another at one of Cassandra's parties.
Off to regurgitate the names of Venezuelan baseball players, and look perky enough so the game show producers decide to give me a chance to humiliate myself on national TV!
