Wednesday, August 24, 2011

On liking, loving, and assumptions of obsession


A bookshop in Dublin, quote by Flann O'Brien


So I took down my last post because I may or may not be doing an internship with a literary publicist soon and the last thing I wanted was for them to google me and find me posting about experimental sushi hot dogs (I KNOW!) but now I'm in a position of having to write about something that makes me sound smart.

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Maybe the absence of something embarrassing will suffice in the place of something meritorious; I'm drawing from an empty well here.


True story: once I told someone that I liked children's literature. Later, and unrelatively, I mentioned that I went to a sci-fi exhibit at the British Library. Ever since then, this person will preface any discussion we have of books with 'Well, I know this isn't a kid book or sci-fi, but...' 

I love that.

It's like when you're ten and you draw a picture of Mickey Mouse because it's easy and makes you look talented and your family thinks because of this that you must love Mickey Mouse and so for the next five years everyone is giving you Mickey Mouse tee shirts and watches and pillows and radios for Christmas and birthdays and there is nothing you can say to stop it because the idea has taken root. (Not that this happened to me, but it totally did.) Once a person has a notion in their head about you, it is nearly impossible to change. I think the best you can do is hope to redirect. Perhaps with the person above who thinks I'm obsessed with sci-fi this means talking about a fascination with Jewish literature, or light pollution, or the wonders of peppers. That could sufficiently throw me across another train track. When I was young, I should've taken to drawing pictures of gold bricks and LP's. Who can say where I'd be now if I had derailed the Mickey train and replaced it with wealth and music taste?

Either way, I've got to build myself a new box soon, and hopefully one with more than two sides.


(Dublin again; it's a city that understands me)


Before I forget! I must apologize to subscribers of my feed. There's some sort of glitch that causes random posts from the past to come flying out of nowhere and back into your inbox. I think it's triggered by me taking down posts, but I don't really understand why that would be, so I don't want to conjecture too much. Suffice it to say, I'm so sorry for spamming you, please do delete these extra posts when they arrive.

I have to go now, but here's one last photo from Dublin; I'm off to Galway on Friday for a wedding and I hope it's as beautiful as this. 


Big hugs and lots of love,
Esssss


11 comments:

  1. You're too funny! but there is nothing but truth in what you write today Miss. I once read what I call a 'Love' book of my  dear Mothers. It is actually and correctly deemed 'a romance novel' by LaVyrle Spencer titled "Then Came Heaven." Upon my subsequent completion of said 'Girl' book. I found myself surprisingly sad that I had finished the entire book in one sitting. It was absolutely OUTSTANDING!  I loved it and then I made the mistake of sharing this with a friend.  For the next year I received at least 10 "Love" books form varying authors. I even received a complimentary subscription to some 'Love Book Periodical.'  I tried to read these book but I was never the same after this traumatic and misunderstood experience that challenged my very Manhood ☺  Oh, by the way, I have a Mickey Mouse wall clock hanging on my living room wall and I'm secure enough to say that I Love it!

    Kind thoughts  

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  2. Ha! That is EXACTLY how it is! And NObody tells time like Mickey.

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  3. Love the quote in the photo!
    Yes, for me it was snowmen. The first year Adam and I were married (don't I sound so mature) his mom made me pick a happy winter character I liked and I panicked and said snowmen. So since then she's bought me nothing but snowmen Christmas decorations. Sometimes a girl would just like a Santa or two up in here.
    Hope you have a lovely weekend. :)

     

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  4. Oooo! Internship! I am sooo excited for you. You rock, Sharona!

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  5. "Once a person has a notion in their head about you, it is nearly impossible to change"...AMEN! I was thinking this exact same sentiment today. Guess this means you and I have to get married now ;)

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  6. hahahaha! How on earth were you to know?? And now guests at Christmas time will see all your snowmen and be like, 'Oh, she must collect them! I'll have to get her one!' and it's a total snowball effect! (So to speak.) That is TOO funny. Also, I know what I'm getting you for Christmas now.

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  7. Wait until I tell you what this guy has me doing! It's unbelievable. In fact, fodder enough for its own blog. I wish you were here so I could talk your ear off about it!!

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  8. That's TOTALLY a sign! Count me in!

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  9. Yesss, some Dublin pictures! Love our little tightrope walker! We've been on our holiday in Brittany for the last couple of weeks. How was you trip to Galway? I want to hear about the wedding.

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  10. It was gorgeous! And you were so right about Irish weddings--it lasted for nearly three days!

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  11. I love your blog! And with pictures too! Your Dublin photo makes it clear to me that I left a part of me in Ireland. A beautiful country with beautiful people.  Matt (also in SF)

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