It’s a Big Deal to Me

I cooked! I know, ‘what do you want, a medal?’ But I don’t think I’ve cooked in decades. I took a class though, and then last night I started with the simplest dish, which also happened to be my favorite and voila! I made a meal! It’s called Lebanese Quinoa Tabbouleh with English Cucumber. It probably barely counts as cooking since the only thing I had to cook was the quinoa, which was simple. The rest was cutting stuff up and adding it.

The plan is to keep with really easy stuff so I don’t get discouraged, and the next thing I’m going to try will be equally simple. I’m thinking something called a Mediterranean Pasta Salad, which is the same kind of deal. Cook pasta and throw chopped up stuff in.

I’m feeling so empowered I might pull out my banjo and get back to trying to learn how to play it! During my mini-vacation here. If I do I’ll make a little film of my first song.

Sad Sign

Brusch.jpg Notice how I notice all the sad things? I noticed this on Bleecker Street, just a few blocks from me. It’s sad for so many reasons:

1. Gary is dead.
2. I don’t know who he was and if you google him, he doesn’t come up.
3. Hudson Street Papers is long gone.
4. They call it a garden, but it’s a tiny patch of earth surrounding a tree, and while some people maintain these tiny, tiny patches of earth as gardens, no one is maintaing this one. There one was strewn with garbage.
5. The sign is starting to deteriorate.
6. We all must die.
7. And be forgotten.
8. And any signs of us will eventually deteriorate and disappear, too.

Hey, but at least he was loved when he was around and people cared enough to erect this sign. I was in the doctor’s office this morning, with a bunch of women, all of us waiting to have a “women’s” thing done, and I had a nice chat with a woman who was 93. Maybe we’ll all make it to 93!

I’m on vacation now! Maybe I’ll watch Big Brother feeds for a while. I’m a Big Brother fanatic.

Update: I got this email from a friend of Gary’s who gave me permission to post it. It makes me wish again that I had known Gary.

From: Nick Phillips
Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 19:11:57

Dear Stacy,

Came across your blog re Gary Brush garden memorial in NYC.

I was a great friend of Gary and his late partner Gary Nemkowich who was an ex of mine. I stayed in their apartment several times when in NY either performing with Bloolips or studying for my Doctorate in Musical Theatre. We played hard and shared some legendary Dynasty parties, memorable Hallowe’ens, long disco nights and so much love and laughter. Believe me, he would have been the first to appreciate the garden and yet also would share your more existential thoughts on our inevitable end. Thanks for noticing. I smiled so hard on seeing your blog and
my heart swelled with love and pride for his life. Thank you.

Dr Nick Phillips (name in Bloolips gay theatre troupe – Naughty Nickers. Won an OBIE in 1981!)

Make Me Stop

Stream.jpg I took this picture only a couple of weeks ago, walking home through Central Park. I was happy and at peace, staring down into a stream, which happens to be one of my favorite things in the world to do. Just stare and stare and stare into a stream. I fantasize about having a small house on a stream some day.

I’ve been working day and night, getting this book ready to send to my editor tomorrow, and even though I could probably get a good eight more hours in I think I have to stop. There are always things that could be made better, but I don’t think I can do them now. I just “fixed” one part and actually made it worse, and thank God I still had the earlier version. It’s just so hard to stop trying when it’s still not perfect. That said, I am pretty freaking thrilled with it. The stories I managed to find! I’ve said it a million times, but I can’t believe I’m getting to tell this story.

Thank you Howard Mittelmark for helping me with the end. Thank you Eleanor Mills and Zach Elder at the Special Collections Library at Duke for hunting down that letter for me at the very last minute and in time to include it.

Okay, I’m going to stop now. This is me stopping. Nope, I’m not working any more. I’m going to lay on the couch and watch Flip This House and How Do I Look? for the rest of the day.

Home Stretch

The word back from my agent about the first draft is fantastic. Of course it’s a first draft, and she has suggestions, but overall she thinks it’s great, and my editor will love it. I’ll be working from now until I hand it in to my editor on Monday. I want to implement a few of the suggestions my agent made.

Here’s a Buddy Extreme Close-Up. I have a friend who says cats don’t have expressions! INSANE. Or did she say we just don’t know what they mean? That I would half agree with, except over time you do learn what each expression means — it’s no different than learning any other language. This one means, “I will not rip your face off if you pet me now.”

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Hillary Clinton

Hillary.jpg I want to respond to Bush commuting Libby’s sentence by telling a story about why I like Hillary Clinton.

I used to work as a telecommunications analyst and by the 1980’s I was working for one of the largest companies in the world. When the corporate telecommunications department of this company had meetings, it would be me at a conference table with a bunch of men in suits. I was the only female. Whenever I got up to speak, which was rarely, it was always to propose an idea to a long line of unsympathetic faces. I knew it was time to leave when I couldn’t convince them that the internet was this great thing and a project that I had initiated to demonstrate this failed. Not because it wasn’t a good idea, but because they were more interested in proving me wrong than giving a potentially useful thing a try. I know that sounds bitter, but I’m not. I only wish I understood human nature better at the time.

When Clinton first took office I watched Hillary on TV, trying to propose and defend her health care plan, facing down a room of disapproving men. Maybe her plan needed work, I don’t know, but they were clearly more interested in proving her wrong than honestly studying the merits of her plan or even the need of a plan. This wasn’t about what was good for the country. They really went at her and I felt for her. I had only been subject to the derision of one conference table full of men. She was facing down congress AND on national TV. She handled it with such grace. I’ve been on her side ever since.

WHICH REMINDS ME. Gore saying he invented the internet, which he never actually said. The truth is, his role, and Clinton’s, actually was crucial and shaped the blogs, and the Facebooks and the YouTubes of today.

After I left the company I just described I started an online service called Echo. This was 1989, and except for the people who developed it and the college students and computer geeks (like myself) who used it for email and exchanging computer programs, few people had heard of the internet. I couldn’t get anybody to invest in my company because I couldn’t convince anyone with money that the internet was going to be big. I ended up putting my entire life savings, such as it was, into Echo.

No one knew what a modem was. To get people online I literally had to go around and tell people one-by-one what they were, then convince them to buy one, and then how to install it, and finally how to use the commands to navigate what was then a completely text-based interface. There were no graphics, no websites as we know them today, no pointing and clicking. I didn’t have enough money for any kind of real marketing compaign and getting customers one at a time is not enough to sustain a business and Echo was in danger of going under. I was young and scared and running out of ideas. Starting a business is kinda like starting a family. You put your entire heart and soul into it and you don’t want to lose it. You want to see it thrive.

Then Al Gore (and Clinton) started talking about what they called “The Information Superhighway.” Again and again they explained in clear terms how cool the internet was. Everyone started talking about it. All the newspapers started writing about it. It was everywhere. And soon everyone was asking, “How do I get on this highway?” I was able to say, “Here!” Not only didn’t Echo go under, but a lot of people started experimenting and innovating and you know the rest. Ebay! It would have happened eventually, but I’m telling you, it would have been delayed at least two presidential terms. And in those two terms a lot of start-ups would have gone under, and the people who had room to innovate wouldn’t have even begun, so who knows how long that delay ultimately would have been and what it would have cost us.

So to all those people who smirk about the Gore inventing the internet thing, he didn’t event it but he put it on the map and you don’t even have the integrity and good grace to acknowledge the gift I’m guessing you’re using and benefiting from.

These people were visionaries. They weren’t the last to know something, they were the first. They were among the first to see the potential of the internet, the first to say we needed a national health care plan, the first to say we have to start seriously protecting the environment.

Bush’s actions are not about what is good for the country. Commuting Libby’s sentence is not about seeing justice served. God, I feel such despair when I see what we’ve come to and what counts for vision today.

Face them down again Hillary. I’m guessing we both understand human nature a little better now.