Tucson AZ painting by Felix Pasilis
Alice
Thursday, February 2, 2006
I was swimming in my lane yesterday, pool was practically empty on such chilly morning, when Alice arrived, just the girl I wanted to see. “Alice” I said “I want to ask your advice about something.”
My friend Gina from internet sent me email asking me to buy her a silver and malachite pendant to go on a necklace, she will reimburse me. So when I saw Alice yesterday I said “my friend Gina wants a pendant which is malachite and silver.”
Alice said “the gem show is in town, I will look for malachite and silver pendant for your friend.” She said the girl who made my necklace has been her friend for 30 years, she is an Indian and married to our State Senator. Alice said she used to make jewelry and she likes her own jewelry even better than her friend's.
And then without missing a beat, somehow what went on was the story of Alice’s whole life. No writer on earth could reproduce what Alice told me as we swam back and forth in the lanes. And she did not tell it in an orderly way. Apparently there were two main chapters but she kept saying one detail from one chapter and another detail from another chapter.
The first chapter, she was married to sound engineer in New York City. The sound studio was behind Lincoln Center. It was assumed Harry Belafonte owned it but apparently it was really owned by Tammy who Alice has never met. And Alice is outraged now that she heard Tammy is living as bag woman in Central Park. She thinks the sound studio was stolen from Tammy.
Alice’s stories of her sound studio era involve millions, mayhem, and even violence. Cars going after cars when they went to Jamaica, and her neck got broken. Her husband sounds terrible but they had a beautiful son together. Alice said she worked on 4 songs which were on the Hit Parade.
The next chapter is 25 years living in the Yucatan where she was kidnapped by a big Indian Chief and became his wife. Altho he was such a big Indian Chief, Alice was not his only wife, which was what upset her. They had beautiful son together too. Living with the Indians in the Yucatan is where Alice learned to speak Indian, to weave, and to make her own jewelry. She said she likes to be creative.
“Most people want stones which are dull color and match, who wants that! it looks like string of pearls, I like vivid colors and odd shapes for stones.”
As far as I can make out there was violence in the Yucatan too. She got robbed there.
She said “in Mexico if you yell out ‘help’ no one will come, but if you yell out ‘vagina’ everyone will come.”
That tickled my funny bone. “Thanks for the useful info Alice, I will remember that when I get to Mexico, yell out vagina when I want help.”
But she didn’t get my joke. She said how she had met an Indian there and he said “your vagina needs help, let me examine it.”
That is what led her to explain how yelling out vagina is the way to get help in Mexico. She got concerned when I said “now I know what to do when I get to Mexico.”
She said “you don’t know how handsome those Indians are, it is unbelievable, but they are Romeos, they will break your heart, you will be taken in by them.”
I wasn’t worried about being taken in by handsome Indian Romeos, I have my Higher Self plus I am happy with Bill.
After long tales of mayhem and violence things began to settle down when she began to talk about raising her two sons. It sounds like she had a happy home with them even tho neither husband helped out. The son of the Yucatan Indian Chief lives in Tucson and is straight as anyone can be, wears designer clothes, drives a designer sports car, is taking Business Administration at the U of A, is married and has two kids. The son of the sound engineer lives in NYC and is a computer nerd, and won’t go to college. “His girlfriend is Puerto Rican but she won’t pick up her clothes or cook meals or clean the house.”
“She sounds like me” I said to Alice, and Alice was shocked I am like that.
She can’t figure out why the son of the Indian Chief is such a neat freak. “I never raised my sons like that, we had happy relaxed home, he has one of those empty houses where everything is put away out of sight.”
She said because she raised both sons without a father in the home they each think they are her father. When she told her New York son yesterday she put in the concrete to make a driveway, she got scolded. “Concrete attracts damp, mother, and beside you’re not supposed to be working with concrete.”
“What damp!” she said to me, “we live on the desert, it is dry as a bone here.”
By now we were moving into normal life. Alice confided she watches television now. “I never watched television before” she said, “I don’t know what is happening to me.”
“I like science fiction” she said.
“I like ‘Matlock’ and ‘Murder She Wrote’” I said.
And then Alice talked about the TV shows she watches. Alice confided she is looking for a boyfriend but wonders if she has a chance at 62.
I said “Alice, my friend Helen who lives in Hawaii who has a solution to everything told me this.” And to my shock, Alice, who had been lost for a solid hour in mayhem and violence and vagina and being kidnapped by big Indian chiefs in the Yucatan jungle, moved very close to me to hear every word about what my friend Helen said about finding a boyfriend when you are 62.
I told Alice I had told my friend Helen I was extremely upset to notice that the woman Bush chose for the Supreme Court had lost all her prettiness and she was my age. And Helen said, “Anne last night Hillside Blues was on, it was a rerun. The young man was arrested for stealing his aunt’s money. The young man said ‘why am I arrested, my 62 year old aunt has men in the house all the time, she put up a personal ad saying, if you want great sex call me up, the result is there are men in the house all the time, go ask them if they took her money.’ So the handsome young detective went to interview the aunt, then he had an affair with her, and then he married her.”
Alice was immensely relieved and happy to hear that. She said “I do go out with young men all the time but they grab my ass and my breasts and I don’t like that.”
I said “there is no reason why they can’t behave like gentlemen, wait till you find the right guy.”
“But I don’t like to go to bars” she said.
“You never find anyone in a bar” I said. “I come here to the swim club and I haven’t met anyone here I like.”
“Just be patient” I said.
She said “my parents died young and I was adopted.” She said “I have no experience in picking the right man, all the men I pick are lemons.”
I said “where did you grow up Alice?” She said “New York.”
I said “I am from New York too, which part?”
She said “our sound stage was right behind Lincoln Center.”
I said “which part of New York did you grow up in, which high school did you go to?”
She said “I was born in Syracuse.”
I said “my mom came from Rochester.”
She said “my grandfather had a department store there but it went out of business.”
She said “my dad was Mayor.”
“Mayor of what?” I asked.
“Mayor of Syracuse and Rochester” and she named another town.
I said to Bill in the car “does Alice exaggerate?”
“Why?” he said.
“She said her dad was mayor of Syracuse and two other towns, you can’t be mayor of 3 towns all at once.” “
"Maybe it wasn’t all at once” he said.
“She said she did a 1000 hours of work for free for a man on his film at Tucson Access Studio and when she asked him to get her a container of coffee he said ‘I don’t owe you anything bitch,’ and she was so upset she went outside to have a cigarette."
"She said 'don’t tell Bill I had a cigarette, he disapproves of smoking.' I said 'my Bill?' she said 'yes."' I said 'but I smoke a lot of cigarettes, when Bill wants a cigarette he comes to me, he only smokes 3 or 4, but I am internet addict and smoke all the time on the computer.' She said I didn’t know you smoked cigarettes Anne, ok I will admit to you I went outside and had a cigarette.'"
I said to Bill “I didn’t know you were one of those people who tell people to give up cigs when they admit they smoke cigs.”
Bill went apoplectic in the car. “I never once mentioned cigarettes to Alice in the steam room. Where did she get that idea? Maybe she meant the other Bill, but the other Bill smokes cigars all the time and besides he isn’t like that. There is another Bill from New York City, he doesn’t like smoke, maybe Alice means him.”
Bill was so upset at hearing Alice said he disapproved of smoking and tries to make people stop, that he lost interest in whether Alice’s dad really was Mayor of 3 cities. He kept returning to the smoking topic, trying to figure out where Alice got the idea.
I was going to tell him Alice said if I ever need help in Mexico just yell out vagina, but Bill is Catholic, Catholics never find sex funny.
Tucson AZ painted by Felix Pasilis
Afternoon at Alice’s House
April, 6, 2005, Thursday
Alice got offered to do a series of shows on Access TV Tucson. First she planned to do it on bands, she had worked in the music business back in NYC, and she began asking the guys at our swim club if they had a band. Then she decided to switch it to women. So I told her I write short stories, but I don’t want to be on TV, I want someone else to read them. And Alice said fine.
When Lily was swimming in next lane from me I asked Lily if she would be willing to read my stories on Alice’s tv show. Lily said she loves to read out loud and she would be happy to do it, so I was overjoyed.
Lily works full time and the date which Alice had rented the studio at Access Tucson, Saturday, was the day Lily was helping her friend with huge yard sale. So we decided we would all go to Alice’s house on the previous Saturday, which was last Saturday, and Alice said she would ask her friend Roy to work the camera. Roy has his own show with Access Tucson, “The Roy Show,” but they take turns working the camera for each other. So Alice gave me and Lily instructions on how to get to her house.
Tucson is an odd town. Because you drive practically to Tucson Mall, which is the busiest part of all of Tucson, but before you get there, you make a right, and then another right, and then follow a dirt road till the end, and there is Alice’s house. And it is like a little house in the country. Completely quiet there, with doves and quail in her backyard. And a hawk who hangs around, and marches himself into Alice’s house and preens his feathers for her. Alice’s house is not like a suburban house, it is like a little house someone built themselves a long long time ago. And it is in an old part of Tucson, it was there way before the Tucson Mall was there, and way before Tucson had turned into thriving metropolis. It is also near Oracle Road because Oracle used to be the main drag back then, it is still is, which is why it is the busiest part of Tucson.
I didn’t see all of Alice’s house. I saw the little living room and the little kitchen. And next door to it, she had built a studio. When we arrived (Bill drove) we went into the living room, where Alice’s paintings in frames were wall-to-wall up on living room. They are glorious paintings with vibrant color. Obviously she had framed them all because she wanted them in a gallery. And you can just imagine how, in a huge white gallery with enough space to set off each painting, it would be glorious sight. Bill came in for just a few minutes and was excited to see her paintings. He did not stay. Two basketball championship games were on back-to-back that afternoon, and he was going to watch them at our swim club.
Roy was sitting and smoking a cigarette on chair by the couch. He looked like very nice man. So I lit a cigarette and sat down next to him. Lily rushed out of the room then because she said she is one of those people who doesn’t like smoke.
Roy said “tell me about the story Lily is going to read.”
And I said “it is an experience of mine.”
When I said that, his eyes glazed over. But there was no way to describe the story, and beside he was going to hear it when Lily read it.
So Roy played two shows for us he did (two episodes of “The Roy Show”) so we could see what access shows look like. In the first one a woman dressed up in clothes she thought Emily Dickinson would wear and enacted a poem by Emily Dickinson. She didn’t read it from a page, she stood up and dramatized it. I found it very interesting. I know nothing at all about Emily Dickinson and was surprised to discover she was a bitch. Maybe that is too strong a word. As far as I could make out Emily was saying how much she enjoys freaking out the neighbors. I applauded when it was over, it was dramatic and held my interest.
The next show was Roy reading article from Tucson newspaper about a murder. Apparently a doctor who had 17 girlfriends was stabbed 13 times. The Medical Examiner could not determine when it was done within a 24 hour period. But the Prosecuting Attorney, who had someone on trial, insisted it was done during the one hour period he had the person on trial for. It appeared to have happened in a restaurant. It was quite confusing. The show was Roy and Alice sitting at a table discussing it. And Alice pointed out “how did he know it took place during that one hour period.”
I applauded when that show was over because it was so much fun watching Alice poke all those holes in the DA’s case.
Then we went into Alice’s studio where Lily was going to read my story. It began with Lily and Alice sitting together and talking, but each time it started Roy stopped the camera and said “move an inch to the right.” So each time they built up a head of steam, it was stopped. Finally Roy decided he got it right, but by then they just said two sentences to each other, and Alice stepped out of the frame and Lily read the story.
She did an OK job. It is hard when someone doesn’t know the story. As a writer you put in a lot of teeny details just to flesh it out. They are actually irrelevant but are what bring a story to life. Lily gave a lot of emphasis to all these teeny details, and they were meaningless. And some parts which had meaning, she didn’t get, so the meaning didn’t come across. But it was OK job. I felt if I wasn’t willing to do it myself, and Lily was willing to do it, that I was grateful Lily did it. And there were moments when the story did go along fine.
“Good job, Lily” I said, and I meant it. I thought she did fine job.
Both Alice and Roy were totally dismayed, and said “Lily, you better look at it, and see it for yourself.”
Lily assumed she had done a terrible job. She said “I never saw myself on TV.” And she sat in front of the screen and looked at it. When it was over she said “I like it, I think I did fine.” She was surprised but I knew she had done fine job.
So they said “do it again Lily, but this time don’t drop your voice so often.” I thought that was good direction. Dropping her voice didn’t work, it took energy out of the story.
Lily said “Oh good! Direction! I want direction!”
So Lily did it again. Roy’s cellphone rang in middle. It was just 5 musical notes, but he had her do that whole part again. And when it was over I realized Lily had left out one part which changed the meaning of what came next. And I would have liked that part to be done again. But Roy said “the light has changed, and there is not enough film left.”
So the 3 of them got stoned on pot. And got into an hour long argument. I think Roy did not like it that the two women were talking to each other and ignoring him. Because as soon as he finished putting his camera away he said something very inflammatory. He said “Alice left the country and lived in Mexico for 25 years and then came back and she should not have been allowed back and had her citizenship taken away from her. Because for 25 years all her productive work had gone to Mexico not to USA.”
I thought the idea was ludicrous, and especially senseless since clearly Roy and Alice are friends and collaborate together. How can Roy say Alice should not have been allowed to return home when he enjoys collaborating with Alice artistically now. He is saying something he does not mean. But both girls really went for it. They got in passionate argument and their feelings got involved. After that all Roy did was land more incendiary bombs, and the girls went for it like a shot. And by the time we went in to eat Lily refused to talk to Roy.
We sat at Alice’s round table in kitchen, even tho it had been so nice sitting outside her studio on steps in sunshine as Sun was going down. It was totally nice sitting there under the sky except for the senseless argument going on around me.
Alice’s house was like those tenement apartments back in East Village in Manhattan. Maybe that is why it felt so comfortable and familiar. Her house is very homey. We sat at round table in her kitchen and ate Alice’s delicious food and fresh arguments started up again.
And then Lily drove me back to the club where I was to meet Bill. In the car ride back to club, Lily had a lot to say about Roy. I think Roy was attracted to Lily, and Lily said she had made it clear to him she was not interested. I had found it amusing that Roy had joined Access TV because his friends had told him it was a way to meet hot young babes. Roy is 44. But clearly Roy would never have carried on this way with both Alice and Lily (who are my age) if he didn’t want both of them. And when Lily had said something about Janey coming, Roy was on it like a flash. “Who is Janey? Why didn’t you bring Janey!” Seems to me Roy likes Alice, he likes her friend Lily, and he wanted Lily’s friend Janey to meet too.
The next day I got phone call from Alice saying Roy had acted so obnoxious after we left she had to send him home. And also he told her if she doesn’t have sex with him, he won’t give her the videotape he made of Lily’s reading, and she had said “I am not a whore.”
So now we all have to meet Friday at the TV studio and do it again. Even tho Lily only has 20 minutes because it is her lunch hour.
Cucumber Patch, Tucson AZ painted by Felix Pasilis
Adventure at Access TV
Saturday, April 8th, 2006
I went down and did the show for Alice yesterday.
Bill and I left at 10:30 AM to go to Office Depot to pick up the booklets I had made of 4 of my stories, then we went to pool so I could swim a little, and then we arrived at Access TV studio in downtown Tucson. After I picked up the booklets and paid for them, I spent most of the trip on way to pool wondering why each one had cost 10 dollars.
But my Higher Self kept saying, “forget about the money, you are going to be on tv, you want to be in happy frame of mind.” And eventually I was able to put it out of my mind.
When we arrived at pool Bill said “it is already 11:30 and Alice’s thing begins at noon, you can only swim for five minutes.”
I said “but Bill, Alice told Lily it will take her an hour to set up the lights, that is why it is fine for Lily to arrive during her lunch hour.”
But Bill insisted we arrive on time, so I shortened my swim.
I had found an email from Lily just before we got up to leave, saying “I am very sorry Anne but I won’t be able to make it after all, it just feels too rushed to me, so you read the story, you will do fine.”
I took short swim, showered, put on dress, and we got in car to drive over there. There was a lot of construction on Stone Road, which was the cross street for downtown. But we both tried to be patient as traffic was at standstill.
We parked in Access TV studio parking lot. And Bill said he was going to the Main Library, he didn’t want to come up, so we arranged he would ask his Higher Self when I was finished, and we would meet in coffee shop across the street.
Alice came down with a woman to help her bring her paintings upstairs just as Bill and I were saying goodbye. And I figured that woman was another one of the artists Alice was going to do a half hour show on.
Alice looked beautiful, I’ve never seen her look so beautiful. Her hair was long and lovely with one side swept back with jeweled barrette. She had a long skirt made of all different patchwork designs, silk, but figure hugging. So it looked like one of those bustle skirts women wore at turn of century, except for the outstanding color and design. And a kind of black velvet jacket for top. She looked like a knock-out.
I went upstairs to Studio A. It is a huge room with many cameras high up. Alice was there, the woman artist I had seen downstairs, a man and a woman. Alice introduced me to the two women. I had thought both the women were artists going to do their shows for Alice, but the younger one, Deborah, turned out to be a cameraman too. So was the young man. Just the woman (Dorfay) was an artist waiting to do her show. The young woman (Deborah) was wearing a dress as if she was in a renaissance fair. The woman artist (Dorfay) was wearing tailored clothes and pretty necklace. I didn’t catch the name of the young man.
They were all involved in setting up Dorfay’s paintings and arranging them so the light would be right on them, and then setting up all the other lights. I sat in a chair in the corner by myself. Dorfay was talking to everyone. They all seemed to recognize her.
Finally Dorfay came over to me and began talking to me. She said “I had that operation, I had had so many operations, and after that last one a few months ago, Carl came to take care of me. It was thought I was going to die and he would live, but it turned out the reverse, 3 days later he died. And that was several months ago. I am fine, but I am not going to have any more operations. But my memory isn’t as good because I am so surprised to find that I am alive and he is not.”
She said all this to explain why there was something she could not remember. I hadn’t planned to get involved in socializing before the show, I wanted to keep my focus, but I actually understood what she was telling me. Because back in NYC my friend Marjorie had told me, “I never planned to live past 30, so now I don’t know what to do with my life.” I told Dorfay what my friend Marjorie said, and she was into it. She was happy someone understood her own experience.
Then she went back to help them light the paintings, and she was happy talking about her paintings with them. And I began to realize this was going to take a very long time. She and I had now been there a whole hour and nothing had progressed as far as I could see.
And I figured she would do her show first. I had waited an hour, and was now looking at waiting two more hours. And I put my face in my hands. It was so uncomfortable sitting there. I don’t mind empty time if I can lounge myself and communicate with my Higher Self. But to just sit uncomfortably on a chair, and have to go downstairs and outside each time I wanted a cigarette, and the wait seemed long, especially since there was no end in sight.
I was starting to get unhappy. Dorfay walked over when I had my face in my hands, and said “I know just how you feel.”
I said “is this thing ever going to happen,” and she said, “I don’t know.”
I was so surprised and touched she identified and understood that I said “I love you.” I realized she had come over to pierce thru my unhappiness and I made huge effort to become happy.
After that I eavesdropped when she talked to the others. It seems Carl was her husband, and had been State’s top Prosecuting Attorney, then Chief Justice of Arizona Supreme Court. He had many interesting cases, and the young man wanted to ask her about them.
He said “tell me about Angela Davis, I’ve heard her name but I never knew what she did.”
And Dorfay said “that was a very interesting time” and “Angela Davis had been framed.”
“It was all a frame” she said. And she said how Angela Davis’ brother had come into court with a bag, opened it up, took out a rifle and began shooting people.
And the man said “why was Angela Davis on trial for what her brother did?”
And Dorfay said “it was all a frame.”
Then another hour passed, and I was looking very down in the mouth again. So Dorfay came over and told me when she was 17 years old and living in Tokyo she had rheumatic fever. The Tokyo doctor showed her the x ray, and showed her how her heart was leaking, and said “you only have till age 21 to live.”
And Dorfay went home and got out her mom’s medical books, her mother was a physician, and looked it all up, and sure enough she only did have few years to live. So she got an alarm clock and decided to live by the clock. 15 minutes for this, 15 minutes for that, no regrets, no looking back, make each 15 minutes count.
She said the result is, she has had a very unusual life. And when she tells people about her life, she discovered no one believes her, they don’t believe the things she said she did, she really did.
Again I understood what she was telling me, because of Alice. Alice’s life is like no other life, and each time Alice tells me about her life, I have a hard time believing it, but I am learning now it is all true, and it all did happen, she just happened to have had a totally unusual life.
Dorfay said “when I discovered no one believed me I stopped telling them about my life, but I decided ‘who cares what others think.’ I tell about my life because how else can I remember it all.”
I didn’t tell Dorfay why I understood what she was saying, but I think she realized I did.
She said she studied Oriental painting because she was in the East. And then she studied painting with the Indians. She said “Oriental painting is very interesting, they have a whole other way of painting.”
And then she told me China had invited both her and Carl to live there. “You can live wherever you want” they told her. They wanted Carl to teach law there and for her to teach-
“Painting?” I guessed.
“No, they didn’t know I was painter, they wanted me to teach speech and theatrics.”
I don’t know if she and Carl took up the job offer, but I do think they were taken all over China on guided tours.
Then there was another long wait. I was starting to get uncomfortable and unhappy again. It was now 2 PM and I couldn’t take it. I still didn’t see any progress. Dorfay’s show looked complicated, I figured she would go first, and it would be another two hours. I said to Alice “I am leaving, I will be back at 4 PM.”
And “Alice said “Don’t go! We will do you first because you are only 15 minutes and Dorfay’s show is complex.”
So I said “OK.”
So about 15 minutes later she had me and Dorfay sit on the stage to try out the lighting. And I thought “at last the show is on its way.”
But it was another 45 minutes of us just sitting on the stage while they tried out the lighting. Each time we started to get impatient, they said “this is so you will look beautiful and glamorous, we are doing all this for you.”
As I said to Dorfay on the stage, “they appeal to our vanity, they say ‘just be patient, we’re doing this to make you beautiful.’”
And Dorfay said “and it works!”
And I burst out laughing. “Yes” I said “it works, we'll sit forever in order to look beautiful on tv.”
I caught a glimpse of myself on the screen and got upset. I told Dorfay “I have not looked in the mirror for 20 years, because each time I see myself in the mirror it ruins my whole day.”
And Dorfay said, her too, she never looks in the mirror.
“Why have your whole day ruined?” I said to Dorfay.
“Exactly” Dorfay said to me. And we both agreed we would not watch the show when it came on tv.
“Why ruin our life” I said.
And Dorfay said “exactly.”
I felt immensely close to Dorfay sitting on the stage with her, both agreeing how we won’t look in the mirror and we won’t watch our show, because we don’t like how we look.
“I will pray we both look like beautiful goddesses” I told Dorfay.
“Thank you” she said.
I was going to tell Dorfay to take off her glasses, but I thought maybe she doesn’t want to. But we were up there so long that finally Dorfay said, “I am going to take off my glasses, I only need them to read my poem, I’ll put them back on then.”
“Good idea” I said “Dorfay, because your eyes have a sparkle to them.” And I have to admit sitting next to Dorfay up on that stage for that 45 minutes while they did the lighting, the joy and beauty of the sparkle in Dorfay’s eyes, really lit me up. I don’t know how to describe it, it’s as if a star in the night sky was greatly greatly greatly magnified, so all you saw was huge sparkle.
And that’s really the story of the show. Dorfay and I were up there holding hands the whole time to give each other support. When I was finally allowed to start I didn’t waste any time because I really wanted to do this thing already. I launched instantly into my story with my hand on Dorfay’s thigh, I had my left hand pressed on her thigh, with my right hand I read my story, I only took my hand off to flip the pages. They said “don’t look at the camera” so I looked at the clock. But each time I started a new part I looked into Dorfay’s eyes. And that huge loving sparkle of love and joy, sparkled, bigger than any star, with love and joy for me. Dorfay turned it into heaven for me.
When it was over Alice came up and said “you had the page in front of your face the whole time,” and she looked dismayed. I know I had made some mistakes. I had taken one part out of the story to read on tv, that I decided I wanted in when I discovered it wasn’t there. So I had stopped myself from reading the final two paragraphs in the middle of reading it, got out my booklet I had made in xerox store, and read that part, and then went back and read last two paragraphs. I know it was weird.
But Alice looked totally dismayed about the whole thing. I had figured something wasn’t going exactly right when I felt people leave the room and talk. I knew Alice and some of the others who worked there had left the room to say something I was doing was wrong. I didn’t know it was because of the paper in front of my face. They should have had a table to put my story on.
Then I got off the stage and Alice got on to interview Dorfay, and her show was starting. And a woman in the back of the room, I guess she had arrived to do her show, said “I like your dress.”
And I said “your outfit is beautiful and that necklace.”
She was wearing the most beautiful African outfit, she could be the cover of a magazine. She said “the children made this necklace, it is play dough, and my friend said ‘wear it with your costume, it goes.’” It is a stunning costume, she will look glorious on tv.
I went downstairs and there was Bill. And I said “come on up, Alice prepared all this delicious Turkish food for everyone, it is all your favorite dishes.”
So Bill said “let me lock up the truck.”
And the Green Room had lots of pizza and all of Alice’s food she had worked so hard to prepare. I had pizza and Bill had both. He had wanted to eat in an Arab restaurant and was so happy to find all these Middle Eastern dishes. And then Dorfay joined us in the Green Room, I guess her show was finished. And a lovely woman named Miriam arrived to do her show, she is writer too.
And Miriam and Dorfay began to talk. I said to Dorfay “you saved me.”
And Dorfay said “I was very nervous myself, but seeing you through your nervousness totally relaxed me, by the time I did my show I was completely relaxed.”
“We saved each other” I said.
“Yes” Dorfay said.
Alice edits my Video
May, 3, 2006
I hadn’t seen Alice since we did the show together. But last week I saw her at the pool. “I began editing your video” she said, “it is only 15 minutes.”
“So put it on with Dorfay's” I said, “that will make a half hour, and you have half hour show.”
“I will” she said, “but it means taking 4 minutes out of Dorfay's, maybe I will take out the poem she read.”
Alice said “I edited out all the stuff from your video which shouldn’t be there, I took out the part where you were naked.”
“I was naked?” I said, “I don’t remember that.”
“And I took out the part where your dress fell down.”
“My dress fell down? I don’t remember that.”
“And I edited out the part where you discovered a part of your story you wanted in, wasn’t in the pages you were reading, so you stopped, and said ‘I want this’ and found it on the table and read it from that.”
I have problems with accuracy myself, but never would I have called pushing my bra strap back up 3 times, to I was naked, and my dress fell down.
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