an idle quote to remind myself i have an lj

Every morning at that time, we went to Bodo's Bagels and split a three-cheese sesame. They always played a mix tape of Rolling Stones tunes there, and I found it immensely comforting. The first song was "Sitting on a Fence," an acoustic ballad with Mick and Keith singing about how stupid people are for falling in love and settling down. I was amazed at how soothing their voices were, two brash and pretty young mod boys, harmonizing so confidently about how people who stay together are suckers, and laughing at them. And they're right -- what could be scarier, stupider, than staying together? How else could you totally guarantee that you would always have reasons to be terrified? "Sittin' on a Fence," that was the life for Mick and Keith. (The crazy thing is, Mick and Keith are total hypocrites -- they've been a married couple longer than my parents. If Keith really believed in "Sittin' on a Fence," he'd be Jeff Beck, who never gets trapped in a situation he doesn't control, and hasn't made a decent record since he quit the Yardbirds.)

-- Rob Sheffield, Love Is a Mix Tape
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    The Rolling Stones, "Sittin' on a Fence"
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popping in

Might as well say something here. Even though I think of this as my place to "hide," I worry that what I say will escape. Here's something about me:

1) I am starstruck

2) I am embarrassed about being starstruck.

So once in awhile when I want to say "OMG I just talked to So-and-So!" I can do it here ... in code.

A person could check my other blog and figure out who I'm talking about here. So let's just say someone I've admired from afar for decades, who has a connection to someone who meant/means a lot to me, replied to an email I sent! The starstruck part of me is thrilled ... I also think it's cool because this person is 84 years old.

So, to tally up the "famous people who have made some kind of contact with me via my blog or some extension," there's a writer who wrote/directed one of my favorite movies ... another writer who has written some of my favorite television episodes ... a very famous record-company mogul (this one could have been a fake, I've never quite decided) ... and the star of a semi-documentary film of their life in the 60s. The least famous is probably the latter ... they are also the one I was most startled by, in that "I can't believe it" mode (that person was not a fake, I'm pretty sure).

Sometimes I wonder why I don't just make these posts friends-only so I could use "real" names ... although in the case of the person whose email inspired this post, pseudonyms might actually be appropriate.

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Another episode of Post It Here, No One Will Know. This time I'm talkng about siblings, so I'm hiding.

I was thinking about immigration the other day, because my sister who is a teacher is doing a segment of one of her classes on the subject. And then last night, as the Boston Red Sox made it to the World Series, my other sister posted a couple of happy items on her blog ... she is a member of what she (and others) call "Red Sox Nation."

Well, it irritates me far out of proportion to the reality, how much my sister loves the Red Sox. You see, like the rest of my family, she grew up in the Bay Area. Unlike the rest of my family, she wasn't much of a baseball fan. The boys in the family are Giants fans ... my youngest sister, who grew up when the A's were winning World Series, is an Oakland fan. But my older sister didn't really have a team, or much of an interest, far as I can tell.

Some years ago, she married a man from New England who is, as might be expected, a longtime Red Sox fan. She moved to the Northeast, and became a rabid Sox fan herself in what seemed like about four minutes. It's good to share passions with your partner ... god knows I'd love it if my own partner liked baseball ... the Red Sox are pretty easy to like if you're from that area ... there is really no reason why my sister shouldn't be a Red Sox fan.

But it drove me crazy, to hear her talk about the players as if she'd known them for years. And when the Red Sox won the World Series for the first time in a gazillion years, those old Sox fans were jubilant, as well they should have been ... but my sister was right there with them, babbling happily about Manny this and Papi that. And I couldn't help myself, as a fan of a team that has never won the World Series in the 50 seasons I've followed them since they moved to San Francisco in 1958 ... you'd think I'd understand how those fans must have felt, I think I did, but my sister, she'd only been a fan for a few years, she hadn't earned more than a brief moment of happiness at most. All those people who'd suffered for so long, and here was this interloper trying to ride their coattails.

And this morning, I realized something that I didn't like about myself. Well, I already knew this about myself and already didn't like it, but I have a new way of looking at it that makes me look even uglier.

The way I'm reacting to the above, it's like I think my sister is an immigrant to Red Sox Nation. And that I think that makes her a second-class citizen.

And that's just the way bigots think about real immigrants. And I don't like to think I'm that way, not even for a moment, not even on LJ.

someone dies, i have inappropriate thoughts

So I write about them here, where nobody knows my name.

I'm on a mailing list for people who went to high school together. Today we learned that the mom of one of our members had died at the age of 89. What followed was an outpouring of prayers for the survivors, and long tales of yore, about what a great mom she was.

I don't think I ever met the woman, although I was pretty good friends with her daughter. But I did talk to her on the phone once.

The daughter had been asking me ... well, it sounds odd as I type this, she was asking me if I thought she should be french kissing boys. Why she asked me, I don't know ... certainly she and I never kissed. I told her she should do whatever felt right to her, and soon afterwards, the conversation ended.

Later that evening, there was a phone call at my house. Somebody answered it, said it was for me, I picked up the phone ...

And I spent the next several minutes listening to the girl's mother chew my ass about telling her daughter inappropriate things.

That's pretty much all I can think about, while everyone else is offering kind thoughts about the deceased.
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when a compliment gives one pause

Hiding out here in my secret space, to discuss something I was just told. I'm leaving out some specific details ... no reason, really, except that to the extent this LJ is secret and separate from my "real" blog, I might as well strive for anonymity. One of my upcoming anthology essays is on a television show that is popular with those of a conservative political bent. My essay is, in part, about how our political perspective can get in the way of our appreciation of art. I refer to an old article in Ms. Magazine, "Can a Feminist Love the World's Greatest Rock Band," about the Rolling Stones.

When the project was first proposed, there was some suggestion that while we might approach our topics within a political framework, there was no desire to be "polarizing." Which was fine with me.

Well, I just found out that the guest co-editor of this anthology is someone who is fairly well-known in conservative media journalist circles. Which probably serves me right, given my take on the assignment in the first place. But here's the frightening thing ... apparently he "really liked" my essay.

I'll have to worry about this one for awhile.

more revolution

I find it interesting, the reasons I post here. I do it because I assume it's more anonymous than my "real blog," since very few people know it exists (although Google knows, so it's not entirely secret). I also do it because I am, for lack of a better word, "ashamed" of certain things, and while I don't keep all of those things entirely to myself, on occasion I'll hide them here.

And one thing that sets off my Shame Factor appears to be the ease with which I get star struck. Hence my post about getting a blog comment from someone in a 60s movie ... I don't want to seem like too much of a geek.

Well, today I got a couple of emails from that person, and I'm delighted to be even marginally in her virtual world. Which does indeed make me a geek. I've also been exchanging emails with one of her friends. And all of this because we share an interest in an obscure 60s documentary that has been seen by very few people, far as I can tell.

Back to hiding ... but first, I'll offer an anecdote I don't think I've told before. It's not a very good one, but I should reward the people who read my LJ. One of the people in the 60s movie later starred in an Antonioni movie ... I don't know why I'm not giving out actual names here, guess I'm still trying to be secretive, there's no secret, you can look at the original stuff on my blog and figure it all out. Anyway, the star of the documentary mentioned in her comment where the "Antonioni person" was in that movie. And now I come to another one of my six-degrees tales of star-struck Stevenness. This was back in the early 70s, either before we were married or soon afterwards. Robin used to babysit for an art professor, and we got to be friends with the family. One day Robin was doing something with the artist's mailing list, as I recall ... anyway, somehow, either from her telling me or my just looking for myself, I saw that on that mailing list was ...

Monica Vitti.

I also remember that when the artist and his wife went to Europe, on their return, he would tell stories about hanging out with "Michelangelo" ... he was on a first-name basis with Antonioni, apparently.

Like I say, not much of an anecdote, but something to appease my LJ readers until the next time I post here, in seven months ...
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omg, said the star-struck goof ball



I stick the occasional post over here so I don't seem like too much of a geek on my "real" blog.

Louise "Today" Malone just left a comment on that blog.

I'm sure this means nothing to most/all of you. Louise, who at the time had changed her name to "Today," was the "star" of a late-60s movie about hippies, Revolution. I only saw the movie for the first time a few years ago, but I've been listening to the soundtrack for almost 40 years. To say I'm star struck is an understatement. This is almost as good as when Michael Tolkin posted a comment.
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    the soundtrack to revolution, of course