Dear Kelly,
Six days ago you left Amir.
That hurts my heart.
For the past two years you've been dealing with weirdoes, bullshitters, schmoozers and pining after this handsome, sweet, funny, successful, sensual, uncatchable guy and then you get him and leave him. He obviously loves the crap out of you and you love him like a bad habit. It must have been a very painful ordeal for both of you.
I"m sorry. I'll wait to hear what happened and what will happen from here out.
I was actually workin gon my two first contribuations to HANDS! this afternoon, finishing a pencil drawing and was collecting items to make a collage background for my seconmd piece when I pulled out a paper photo of you and Amir. It's black and white, you are smiling with your arm around him and he is hiding behind his hand. I was looking for a black and white photo to use, but was afraid to use a BW photo from a magazine because of copyrights or whatever.
I can't figure this out: If you have a picture of JOHN DOE taken by XYZ and wan to alter it to reuse it, how much must you manipulate it before it's no longer exclusively owned by XYZ? Does it matter if it is in the public domain? LIke if a park buys a sculpture, sets it up, I can take a photo and sell the photo because the sculpture is in the public domain, right? But what if someone reprints my picture, changes the colors/hues, and sells it? Do they need to get my permission or pay me for the use of it? What if they cut up my picture, rearrange the pieces and add others on top if it, so that is it not really recognizable? Then sells it? What's the liability? Where's the line?
I couldn't figure it out, so I looked through my stuf for personal photos and the one with you and Amir was PERFECT for what I needed.
As I was arranging my collage pieces, I thought how it fit us both. I received your letter last night, went to bed, and woke up today and went straight fo rmy artpad. I took a couple notes of things I had wanted to wriet to you about and set them aside to go back to the artsy stuff. When I got done with my collage, I was surprised how well it fit YOU, even though I made it for ME.
I used some of the few things I had that I was willing ot recycle into art that had good color/texture and uniqueness that fi t my theme and personal story behind the art story. But i promise, if I didn't know it, I would have swore that it was by Kelly Kreth.
Well, except for the Spirey McGuillcudy bit.
I can't even explain it, you'll have to go online to the archive to see it. www.holdinghandsforjustice.blogspot.com. Don't worry I covered the recognizable parts of your faces in the art. Only you'd know it was you. I hope you don't mind.
Just check out the whole message, then remember the 100 roses he bought. And the cards you ripped up? the photo of the two of you.
The lower right part is what makes it specific tonme personm inm the world and only that person would knot who it identifies. The first word, Spivey, is part of the name of a construction company and the second word, McGuillicudy is wha tyou might recognize as the maiden name of Lucy.
Great photo of you on Cole Porter's piano. Love your boots! I heard on the radio about the upcoming contest in jazz to win a Cole Porter Fellowship. I think it's at the Athenaem, but the five finalists may be playing nearby. Interesting points that connect the web of people in life.
I heard references to Amir's movie on NPR (makes sense as he sold it to PBS) , but i didn't know that was his, I thought the movie/ doc of a New York architect was typical of New Yorker's obsession with real estate. You are so clever, Kelly. That IS a good title and you deserve a credit. NEAT. Additionally, how cool is it that you named a movie that has Donald Trump as an opening night speaker?
Reid is an ass. He's a bullshtter. Out of the FB chat you pasted in 8 short statements I can clearly identify how inauthentic he is, and one of those was HEY YOU.
He chases you then when you don't come running to him, he flips it around like you'd onmly be so lucky to get him and that he's cool being friends. What a jerk. Does he have a real job now or is he mooching off his girlfriend while fleshing out his writing career? If he chases dreams like he chases women, no wonder he is probably waiting tables.
CONGRATS on getting work! No worries about rent. Much better to worry about too much work than where you will sleep and eat. Of course, you wont' be eating much if your tooth doesn't stop hurting. I know you have some gum recession, but I wonder if it might be sinus issues? Do you have sinus congestion? Sometimes I get shooting pains in my upper left molars and sometimes an ache for days because the teeth are rooted high into my sinuses and when they swell, they pinch a nerve going to my teeth. It can lasat for a while and then "POOF" be gone for months before returning.
I hope you are feeling better.
Your yoga studio rep needs some enlightenment. Or the stick removed from his ass.
The only time I ever dyed my hair was when I was out and because I pretty much had to. I hated the short blonde hair. When I first was out I cut it in layers just an inch below my collar and dyed it cranberry brown. It was so pretty. But in regular life I like my natural color and even without sun for weeks/months at a time, and only snatches of it, I have natural blonde streaks in the front, so I'm lucky. Fuck al lthe work of maintaining color. Yes, the razor cut sucks to do, but what does matter when you are locked in a cement and steel bathroom 23 hours a day. Trust me, there's no one to look cute for. I can't remember the last time someone turned me on, anyway. I take that back: several months ago I saw an old lover of mine briefly. I'd say I get turned on about once every nine months. SAD.
I'm tried, bleeding, and sad for the frightened people of Libya, Japan, Ivory Coast, Syria, Yemen, Bahrain, Palestine and Israel.
We all have our own prisons.
Take care,
Sarah
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Letters from the Inside, Michael Swango, #114
Dear Kelly,
Hi, Sunshine! I know it sounds so much better coming fromAmir. Just received your mot recent letter from late February, where in you began "Hm. Have not heard from you for a while." Wrote you a long letter almost the same day as yours so in addition to wahatever was in the pipeline at the time you should have received that letter as it crossed yours soemwhere over central IL...Besides that letter from you, also received several items and (as always) scintillating blog entries and interviews. Clearly so much to get to, so let me start most recently and go in reverse:
>Academy Awards: Talk about no surprises. All eight of the major awards went exactly as they were speculated to by almost everyone.
You'll appreciate this: I know you're not a fashionista or slave to fashion (Thank God!) but you know a lot about it and always seem to appreciate its absurdities. So before the Oscars, I caught a brief glimps of your girl Amy Adams on the Red Carpet: to my obviously untrained eye she looked amazing in some sort of shiny sexy blue dress... So a couple of days leater I see the fashion critics ((the woman and gay guy)) absolutely eviscerate her appearance and outfit, calling her the worst-dressed of the night.
[Ed.: Omitting movie talk.]
OMG! I have not seem Doom Generation but would oh-so-want to. I have this brief description:
Two young lovers turn their lives upsidedown when they pick up a dangerous drifter who involves them in a murder and a sexual triangle. BLEAK, bleark view of the younger generation of the mid-90s...
I have found I usually like or appreciate any film whre the reviewer uses the word "BLEAK". I know, KK, it's a sickness! You sound like you've seen it so take a few minutes to give me your KRETH review or KK's take.
>So your little vignette aobut obsessing on the man in the subway (John) reminded me of the opening of a brilliant Nicci French novel, whose excellent title maddingly escapes me at the moment. It was made into a much-inferior movie starring Heather Graham and Joseph Fiennes. The film plays down the intense/S&M nature of the couple's relationship.
But it begins almost exactly like what you did. An instant., inexplicable, intense attraction on an almost molecular level.
[Note to KK: Yes, I've experienced exactly that--especially in hospitals. Andalways actedon the impulse feeling...However I'm sure it is much more difficult to do so in the confines and limitations of the NYC subway system!]
>Still another OMG! moment in your letter:
And NOW A WORD FROM JOHN "Wandering through bookstores episode one" I'm so totally in sync with every sentence, every feeling expressed in that essay. A stunningly bleakly cynical ex-Sociopath--was touched by the tears at the end and "You are my hero." Will definitely save and share. Yes, there is a treasure there.
[Ed.: He apparently loves John. Good to know they'd be besties.]
1) Yes, understand as I'm sure do most who read it (espeically women) you problems with the mock ring...But c'mon, lighten up,Kelly! A man you love and who loves you took a lot of time and effort to make you happy in his own unique way.
Trust me. Though it's hard to convince you because you enver want to hear necessary details---I do know certain things about men and women. When a man puts in that sort of effort---he must be praised. He simply must.
Will make a note to tell you my gorilla suit story from Virginia. Yes, the full ape suit--body and head.
To conclude Amir will never marry you? Balderdash! Revel in the attention and the love and the powerful intense sexuality that must have followed.
2) Final comment: I love that at least one person I know has no problems writing a one line statement with a three line bracketed parenthetical right in the middle. Beautiful! Thank you!
Time is tight/ Next letter sooner will start working backwards. Plus more articles.
Thinking of you (and Amir--I must admit--has it really only been a year? What a year!)
Stay warm, stay safe and write again. As will I.
Your friend, Michael
PS Can you send me the poem Ozymandius. Will explain.
Hi, Sunshine! I know it sounds so much better coming fromAmir. Just received your mot recent letter from late February, where in you began "Hm. Have not heard from you for a while." Wrote you a long letter almost the same day as yours so in addition to wahatever was in the pipeline at the time you should have received that letter as it crossed yours soemwhere over central IL...Besides that letter from you, also received several items and (as always) scintillating blog entries and interviews. Clearly so much to get to, so let me start most recently and go in reverse:
>Academy Awards: Talk about no surprises. All eight of the major awards went exactly as they were speculated to by almost everyone.
You'll appreciate this: I know you're not a fashionista or slave to fashion (Thank God!) but you know a lot about it and always seem to appreciate its absurdities. So before the Oscars, I caught a brief glimps of your girl Amy Adams on the Red Carpet: to my obviously untrained eye she looked amazing in some sort of shiny sexy blue dress... So a couple of days leater I see the fashion critics ((the woman and gay guy)) absolutely eviscerate her appearance and outfit, calling her the worst-dressed of the night.
[Ed.: Omitting movie talk.]
OMG! I have not seem Doom Generation but would oh-so-want to. I have this brief description:
Two young lovers turn their lives upsidedown when they pick up a dangerous drifter who involves them in a murder and a sexual triangle. BLEAK, bleark view of the younger generation of the mid-90s...
I have found I usually like or appreciate any film whre the reviewer uses the word "BLEAK". I know, KK, it's a sickness! You sound like you've seen it so take a few minutes to give me your KRETH review or KK's take.
>So your little vignette aobut obsessing on the man in the subway (John) reminded me of the opening of a brilliant Nicci French novel, whose excellent title maddingly escapes me at the moment. It was made into a much-inferior movie starring Heather Graham and Joseph Fiennes. The film plays down the intense/S&M nature of the couple's relationship.
But it begins almost exactly like what you did. An instant., inexplicable, intense attraction on an almost molecular level.
[Note to KK: Yes, I've experienced exactly that--especially in hospitals. Andalways actedon the impulse feeling...However I'm sure it is much more difficult to do so in the confines and limitations of the NYC subway system!]
>Still another OMG! moment in your letter:
And NOW A WORD FROM JOHN "Wandering through bookstores episode one" I'm so totally in sync with every sentence, every feeling expressed in that essay. A stunningly bleakly cynical ex-Sociopath--was touched by the tears at the end and "You are my hero." Will definitely save and share. Yes, there is a treasure there.
[Ed.: He apparently loves John. Good to know they'd be besties.]
1) Yes, understand as I'm sure do most who read it (espeically women) you problems with the mock ring...But c'mon, lighten up,Kelly! A man you love and who loves you took a lot of time and effort to make you happy in his own unique way.
Trust me. Though it's hard to convince you because you enver want to hear necessary details---I do know certain things about men and women. When a man puts in that sort of effort---he must be praised. He simply must.
Will make a note to tell you my gorilla suit story from Virginia. Yes, the full ape suit--body and head.
To conclude Amir will never marry you? Balderdash! Revel in the attention and the love and the powerful intense sexuality that must have followed.
2) Final comment: I love that at least one person I know has no problems writing a one line statement with a three line bracketed parenthetical right in the middle. Beautiful! Thank you!
Time is tight/ Next letter sooner will start working backwards. Plus more articles.
Thinking of you (and Amir--I must admit--has it really only been a year? What a year!)
Stay warm, stay safe and write again. As will I.
Your friend, Michael
PS Can you send me the poem Ozymandius. Will explain.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Letters from the Inside, Sarah Pender, #59
Kelly,
Happy Spring!
Glad to get your letter. Your florescent letters I have used the blank parts of the paper to make a paper mural of spring that I taped to a paper grocery bag that holds foodstuff. . We can't decorate our walls, so I have to improvise. But spring is officially here today and I hope that a new season brings new, positive changes in my circumstances.
You are right about the freak-outs being caused by being in this room too long. That's what the mental health people say, too, but the Powers that Be ignore it and make me suffer for a variety of reasons. I had a regular, monthly review of my status on Thursday, and it was better than usual because I have given up being sarcastic and defensive to the person who runs it. I realize that she actually has no power, so no matter what her judgement is of me it doesn't matter one way or another and for real, I feel compassion for her because I would not want to be left in the dark, like they do to her, and then have to be the one to always tell me I'm not leaving, and there is no indication when that might happen. They have locked me in the attic--out of sight---out of mind. While I am slowing descending into who knows what--they go on with their merry (or miserable) lives. Such a shame. To think it is acceptable to treat human beings like animals in a shelter. Sad.
Michelle advised me that the editing process would be very slow--I think because she is doing it herself and also holds a full-time job and other activities, so the book project, I believe, is more of a hobby-type thing done in snatches of time on random evenings before bed or on weekend mornings. Ninety essays. But she wrote to confirm my participation so it is still happening.
You were a growing poet, with vivid images and a sense of humor for yourself and you ditched your poet to live all alone in a dusty notebook. I want to write more because I enjoy it and get better the more I practice,but most of the last six months has been wasted researching and writing the civil rights suit in between freak-out sessions. I feel really cheated out of part of my life because of those. Like, it's one thing to lose my physical freedom but losing my mind is not part of my sentence.
Sorry about your dead scanner. Once the project gets set up perhaps you can contribute some hand photo art. If someone wants to leave a comment on my blog, can't they upload a picture/image into their comment too? I'm not sure how these things work.
Is is just a continuous stream of entries that you can make a Table of Contents for at the top to link to special sections of the feed or does it have different pages.?
I cannot even imagine what a suite that costs $8000 a night looks like. What a great experience! I bet your grand piano photos are gorgeous. Can you share one or are they the kind you don't' share? :-)
Have you ever asked if Amir has considered a taxidermied gift? Or is that just your secret fear?
I bet you could get those poems published. I read lots of strange and wonderful and bad and confusing poems are all over the place. If you add a background note, I bet it would be interesting to print. Did they post your work on Mr. Beller's yet? I've been looking forward to it.
Haircuts in prison for women are common because either 1) they have a vocational cosmetology program to give women a usable skill to leave with and they need heads to practice on, or 2) We cut one another's hair with kindergarten, round-tip draft scissors or modified razor blades.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
The cosmo students need to learn how to dye hair too so they have that service. Usually one purchases hair dye from the commissary where we get shampoo and toothpaste, and some makeup. Men want workout gloves and baseball caps , women want hair dye and makeup. I am denied that stuff because I'm in solitary. I blindly trim my hair with my BIC shaver in the shower. With long layers, it still looks okay even if I fuck it up.
Creepy John encounter. Do you think he went home looking for your most recent t blog post? Can others access yours? I wonder if he leaves comments. At least he's still going to therapy. A python in therapy. How funny.
At least Amir has switched from grapes to melon you can eat!
The mat was thoughtful (heated floors? cool.) but I concur about the mug. He has an odd, but lovable sense of humor. At least he's not being boring and predictable.
I can barely remember what it feels like to be in love, or even get physically excited by a man. I think sometimes my pussy is broke. the only things that remotely excite me are nice boobs (which are rare where I am) and nerdy men. If I could find a brilliant, sexy woman (which I have, just not currently accessible) I'd be set. However, a nerdy guy with boobs could be good enough for me. That's a strange statement.
I decided that I needed to shed the 10-15 lbs. I picked up over the winter, so since I can't walk around much, and am loathe to make up exercises to do in my room, I"m trying 4-6 weeks of the Atkins/protein/low carb diet. This means mostly tuna, summer sausage, processed cheese, stuff that's in commissary and full of who knows what. After delivery came on Friday I had a bed full of 3 1/2 pounds of meat, 2 pounds of fish, 1 pound of cheese and 2 pounds of seeds. Plus 4 pickled cucumbers, which mysteriously have no calories. How is that?
The one positive side of living in a cage is that I can have a fucked up haircut, no makeup, used clothes and tuna burps and I don't have to worry about trying to be cute for anyone or even embarrassed for myself. I feel like its too much work to be self conscious when I have much bigger problems to worry about.
I'm not fond of these pencils however here's a fun fact: the average pencil can write 45000 words or draw a line 3 miles long.
I wonder who took the time to do that experiment.
Peace,
Sarah
Happy Spring!
Glad to get your letter. Your florescent letters I have used the blank parts of the paper to make a paper mural of spring that I taped to a paper grocery bag that holds foodstuff. . We can't decorate our walls, so I have to improvise. But spring is officially here today and I hope that a new season brings new, positive changes in my circumstances.
You are right about the freak-outs being caused by being in this room too long. That's what the mental health people say, too, but the Powers that Be ignore it and make me suffer for a variety of reasons. I had a regular, monthly review of my status on Thursday, and it was better than usual because I have given up being sarcastic and defensive to the person who runs it. I realize that she actually has no power, so no matter what her judgement is of me it doesn't matter one way or another and for real, I feel compassion for her because I would not want to be left in the dark, like they do to her, and then have to be the one to always tell me I'm not leaving, and there is no indication when that might happen. They have locked me in the attic--out of sight---out of mind. While I am slowing descending into who knows what--they go on with their merry (or miserable) lives. Such a shame. To think it is acceptable to treat human beings like animals in a shelter. Sad.
Michelle advised me that the editing process would be very slow--I think because she is doing it herself and also holds a full-time job and other activities, so the book project, I believe, is more of a hobby-type thing done in snatches of time on random evenings before bed or on weekend mornings. Ninety essays. But she wrote to confirm my participation so it is still happening.
You were a growing poet, with vivid images and a sense of humor for yourself and you ditched your poet to live all alone in a dusty notebook. I want to write more because I enjoy it and get better the more I practice,but most of the last six months has been wasted researching and writing the civil rights suit in between freak-out sessions. I feel really cheated out of part of my life because of those. Like, it's one thing to lose my physical freedom but losing my mind is not part of my sentence.
Sorry about your dead scanner. Once the project gets set up perhaps you can contribute some hand photo art. If someone wants to leave a comment on my blog, can't they upload a picture/image into their comment too? I'm not sure how these things work.
Is is just a continuous stream of entries that you can make a Table of Contents for at the top to link to special sections of the feed or does it have different pages.?
I cannot even imagine what a suite that costs $8000 a night looks like. What a great experience! I bet your grand piano photos are gorgeous. Can you share one or are they the kind you don't' share? :-)
Have you ever asked if Amir has considered a taxidermied gift? Or is that just your secret fear?
I bet you could get those poems published. I read lots of strange and wonderful and bad and confusing poems are all over the place. If you add a background note, I bet it would be interesting to print. Did they post your work on Mr. Beller's yet? I've been looking forward to it.
Haircuts in prison for women are common because either 1) they have a vocational cosmetology program to give women a usable skill to leave with and they need heads to practice on, or 2) We cut one another's hair with kindergarten, round-tip draft scissors or modified razor blades.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
The cosmo students need to learn how to dye hair too so they have that service. Usually one purchases hair dye from the commissary where we get shampoo and toothpaste, and some makeup. Men want workout gloves and baseball caps , women want hair dye and makeup. I am denied that stuff because I'm in solitary. I blindly trim my hair with my BIC shaver in the shower. With long layers, it still looks okay even if I fuck it up.
Creepy John encounter. Do you think he went home looking for your most recent t blog post? Can others access yours? I wonder if he leaves comments. At least he's still going to therapy. A python in therapy. How funny.
At least Amir has switched from grapes to melon you can eat!
The mat was thoughtful (heated floors? cool.) but I concur about the mug. He has an odd, but lovable sense of humor. At least he's not being boring and predictable.
I can barely remember what it feels like to be in love, or even get physically excited by a man. I think sometimes my pussy is broke. the only things that remotely excite me are nice boobs (which are rare where I am) and nerdy men. If I could find a brilliant, sexy woman (which I have, just not currently accessible) I'd be set. However, a nerdy guy with boobs could be good enough for me. That's a strange statement.
I decided that I needed to shed the 10-15 lbs. I picked up over the winter, so since I can't walk around much, and am loathe to make up exercises to do in my room, I"m trying 4-6 weeks of the Atkins/protein/low carb diet. This means mostly tuna, summer sausage, processed cheese, stuff that's in commissary and full of who knows what. After delivery came on Friday I had a bed full of 3 1/2 pounds of meat, 2 pounds of fish, 1 pound of cheese and 2 pounds of seeds. Plus 4 pickled cucumbers, which mysteriously have no calories. How is that?
The one positive side of living in a cage is that I can have a fucked up haircut, no makeup, used clothes and tuna burps and I don't have to worry about trying to be cute for anyone or even embarrassed for myself. I feel like its too much work to be self conscious when I have much bigger problems to worry about.
I'm not fond of these pencils however here's a fun fact: the average pencil can write 45000 words or draw a line 3 miles long.
I wonder who took the time to do that experiment.
Peace,
Sarah
Monday, March 14, 2011
Letters from the Inside, Michael Swango, #113
Dear Kelly,
Like your historical Doppelganger, Scheherzade, I feel as though I have 1001 things to talk about with you--so let me get started.
First sentence in history to use both those words together.
Final notes from your earlier letter: The moreI look at it, the more I believe that simple photo from Mexico of you with your arm around Amir's neck, him staring perfectly symmetrically at the camera, and you with that loving angelic look on your face (I'm not offering false compliments, KK, it really is very pretty) that photo defines you both. Shouldl this become permanent, make sure that photo is always around.
>And the story from Mexican customs on your return flight was fascinating. You, the cute white American girl [think Mary Lousie in Weeds] almost undergroing a full-body cavity search; the crazy Marlboro/nails lady being upgraded to First Class; and AMIR--need I saw more. AMIR being waved on though.."board the plane now, sir, no, no, no check you board now..." White lady come here when we finish...
>And one more comment on the series of photos with your short hair--straight and frizzy/glasses sans glasses: You should consider playing the role of Bruce Willis when they make Day of the Jackal 2. You are a woman of many faces, my dear.
Moving on your letter (early Feb):
One of NY's hottest singles! Impressive. Don't tell me you don't have a fascinating NY social life...party at the Spanish Benevolent Society...party with Amir at the Brooklyn Museum...
[Ed.: I'm omitting POEM TALK.}
***
If the story of "John" and his virtually unique experience with HIV and Jenia--girlfriend and AIDS research scientist and Kelly caught in the middle wasn't strange enough/your last details on the subject convince me it must be told--whether in a memoir or in a fact-based novel.
RE: Our fictional story--a work in progress--Why would our main character want to do that? As you put it--what was the allure?
If, in reality, there is no absolute raison d etre then we have two choices.
A) Simply describe what is happening---tell the story. Let the reader's jaw drop in amazement/at both the acts and the randomness of choices.
B) Invent a back story...brutal childhood...power/revenge/etc.
I know that doesn't give us why...yet.
Not an IDOL watcher--I was the first couple of seasons--but I know that you are. So tell me, Tyler and Lopez, and how they change the show for better or wrose... I do see highlights on Chelsea and elsewhere. The other night I saw Lopez crying and being "comforted" by the men. OMG! Puh---leeze. Grow a pair, J-LO!
[Ed.: I'm omitting commentary on the blog article I sent him YOU SHOULD DATE AN ILLITERATE GIRL.]
I plan on reading "The Wave" this weekend. Defintely the kind of story demands full attention.
You are right---Beautiful review: By TIm Flannery The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating by Elizabeth Tova Bailey
Also something I want to save. I love the image of time literally slowing down to the pace of a snail...for the author...perhaps as it would on a starship voyage of many years to Alpha Centauri. 43 light years away...or perhaps in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains...
Will have more comments. You have gotta love the self-fertilization dont' you? Just think---eliminates the need for those troublesome men.
Thank you for all three items/articles---everything you send to m e is always so intriguing and fascinating.
***
Sorry for the delay with this letter. I wanted to get it out to you before the weekend. as it won't go out until Sunday.
Could I ask you to look for and send an article from Vanity Fair? It is either in the current issue or upcoming issue.
Written by MIchael Lewish it is about the financial meltdown in Ireland. Thank you.
Did not receive any letters from you (so far) this week--but I consider two things: 1) Mail is always delayed during a holiday week and 2) AMIRITIS: I know he will be taking a lot of your time.
Spring is on the way....again, that is the rumor. Thinking of you--hoping you stay safe and warm.
Take care.
Your friend,
Michael
Like your historical Doppelganger, Scheherzade, I feel as though I have 1001 things to talk about with you--so let me get started.
First sentence in history to use both those words together.
Final notes from your earlier letter: The moreI look at it, the more I believe that simple photo from Mexico of you with your arm around Amir's neck, him staring perfectly symmetrically at the camera, and you with that loving angelic look on your face (I'm not offering false compliments, KK, it really is very pretty) that photo defines you both. Shouldl this become permanent, make sure that photo is always around.
>And the story from Mexican customs on your return flight was fascinating. You, the cute white American girl [think Mary Lousie in Weeds] almost undergroing a full-body cavity search; the crazy Marlboro/nails lady being upgraded to First Class; and AMIR--need I saw more. AMIR being waved on though.."board the plane now, sir, no, no, no check you board now..." White lady come here when we finish...
>And one more comment on the series of photos with your short hair--straight and frizzy/glasses sans glasses: You should consider playing the role of Bruce Willis when they make Day of the Jackal 2. You are a woman of many faces, my dear.
Moving on your letter (early Feb):
One of NY's hottest singles! Impressive. Don't tell me you don't have a fascinating NY social life...party at the Spanish Benevolent Society...party with Amir at the Brooklyn Museum...
[Ed.: I'm omitting POEM TALK.}
***
If the story of "John" and his virtually unique experience with HIV and Jenia--girlfriend and AIDS research scientist and Kelly caught in the middle wasn't strange enough/your last details on the subject convince me it must be told--whether in a memoir or in a fact-based novel.
RE: Our fictional story--a work in progress--Why would our main character want to do that? As you put it--what was the allure?
If, in reality, there is no absolute raison d etre then we have two choices.
A) Simply describe what is happening---tell the story. Let the reader's jaw drop in amazement/at both the acts and the randomness of choices.
B) Invent a back story...brutal childhood...power/revenge/etc.
I know that doesn't give us why...yet.
Not an IDOL watcher--I was the first couple of seasons--but I know that you are. So tell me, Tyler and Lopez, and how they change the show for better or wrose... I do see highlights on Chelsea and elsewhere. The other night I saw Lopez crying and being "comforted" by the men. OMG! Puh---leeze. Grow a pair, J-LO!
[Ed.: I'm omitting commentary on the blog article I sent him YOU SHOULD DATE AN ILLITERATE GIRL.]
I plan on reading "The Wave" this weekend. Defintely the kind of story demands full attention.
You are right---Beautiful review: By TIm Flannery The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating by Elizabeth Tova Bailey
Also something I want to save. I love the image of time literally slowing down to the pace of a snail...for the author...perhaps as it would on a starship voyage of many years to Alpha Centauri. 43 light years away...or perhaps in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains...
Will have more comments. You have gotta love the self-fertilization dont' you? Just think---eliminates the need for those troublesome men.
Thank you for all three items/articles---everything you send to m e is always so intriguing and fascinating.
***
Sorry for the delay with this letter. I wanted to get it out to you before the weekend. as it won't go out until Sunday.
Could I ask you to look for and send an article from Vanity Fair? It is either in the current issue or upcoming issue.
Written by MIchael Lewish it is about the financial meltdown in Ireland. Thank you.
Did not receive any letters from you (so far) this week--but I consider two things: 1) Mail is always delayed during a holiday week and 2) AMIRITIS: I know he will be taking a lot of your time.
Spring is on the way....again, that is the rumor. Thinking of you--hoping you stay safe and warm.
Take care.
Your friend,
Michael
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Letters from the Inside, Sarah Pender, #58
Dear Kelly,
I laughed so hard that I nearly peed on myself when you guessed that Amir's big gift might be a taxidermied dog. That gave me an idea: how fun it would be to pay Guess the Gift Game with Amir. Like have him give you one or two clues a day, you post them on your blog and have your friends guess along with you until he shows up with whatever odd or crazy thing it might be. Post up a photo of it.
A clue of: It has teeth but doesn't bite" could be stuffed Toto, or a ticket to see Sawlady perform or a Venus fly trap. (Okay, I know it doesn't have teeth but close) or a watch (gears inside have teeth).
By now, you've gotten your big gift, had your Vday dinner, and hopefully maintained your sanity and manners enough to get through a week without wigging out on your lover.
I am amazed that you cook such wonderful food and stay so thin. You must have serious self control. AND eat a lot of leftovers, because you simply can't cook a good meal for oneor two without leftovers.
What a neat life of Natalia Paruz--mother a concert pianist, father a reserach scientist, a teenager without the Martha Graham dance company, a one woman cabaret, and Saw Lady subway shows. Amazing.
In the past week, I went from amped up and excited, joyful to sketchy, paranoid, uncontrollably crying, and generally stupified. Now I'm just sort of foggy and anxious, doing my best. I've avoided letters for 2 weeks and feel disconnected to people. I think if I could return to some level of normalcy, I'd pull out of this. I hate that I have to spend such a huge portion of my day just trying to be okay and manage my focus.
I read an article about how a lady who had an okay life was attractive, healthy and family went to get help for her chronic depression and panic attacks and the clinic pretty much dismissed her personal mental and emotional storms as dramatization since she "had everything going for her" and had "no reason" to be depressed. As if mental illness is a sole problem of poor, drunk, toothless, jobless, sick people. I thought of you and how despite being beautiful, intelligent, healthy having friends, a boyfriend and being incredibly creative tha tyou have a mental illness and how it impacts you on a daily basis and often at really inopportune times. People have extreme prejudice against mental issues, I think others want to ignore or downplay it because it scares them that it could happen to normal, pretty,s mart, healthy people, it could happen to them. They can easily separate themselves -- us and them -- from drunks, homeless, criminals, but not you. And in the prison context, the staff--custody and healthcare and administrators-- are "obsessively preoccupied" with thinking prisoners are faking it, as a prominent psychiatrist noted in a review of mental health care in prisons, and it results in deficient treatment and perpetuates misbehavior that lengthens a person's time spent in solitary hell.
DAY 700 of being held hostage in a bathroom.
Thankfully, Valentine's Day went well for you after the week of turmoil, however you didn't seem excited about it. I could not tell from the photo, but I wonder if they matched your decor. Like, did he add the detail of getting red and white roses in a black container? I don't think they have black roses per se, but maybe a deep purple that appear black. Now THAT would be cool. Even just a dozen, you know? I think gifts that are person-specific are the absolute best, no matter how big or small. The rose gift was beautiful. I hope you are feeling more secure in your relationship lately.
The review you sent of The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating reminds me of the short story I wrote about my ladybug. I connected with the author regarding her snail watching while sick---I kept mind throughout most of my breakdown and recovery. Physically I was ok, but mentally, I was slow and enjoyed the slow life of a handicapped ladybug.
How did your article/photo/ for Time Out NY go? Kelly how cool is that?
I am so starved for conversation with someone--with people--who have m ore depth than Liz Taylor's makeup and the time to pull out like taffy the meangins and nuances of our subject, but I am stuck wtih three sentence exchanges and the same boring rhetoric as the day before and before that, and when will it end?
The envelope I'm sending is from an idea I have to create an awareness compaign. Holding Hands for Social Justice basically puts a call out to mail artists to create a representation of their hands--print, printing, photocopy, drawing, tracing, collage, etc. and send it to me to show their support of me and others who are oppressed and marginalized in society. The idea is to scan each of the works into a blog and create an online archive--another positive piece of internet info for me. I have someone who will help me send out the flyers world wide and once the pieces are archived he will send the participants documentation for conributing along with info about me and my efforts to create justice from within. I sitll need someone to actually scan in the pieces and type the person's name, city, state and country beneath it. Would you be willing to do this? I suspect there'd be maybe 3-8 each week to scan or photograph and post up. It will be Art for Humanity. First, criminal injustic and the marginalized mentally ill and then who knows. It could be huge. Please let me know.
I laughed so hard that I nearly peed on myself when you guessed that Amir's big gift might be a taxidermied dog. That gave me an idea: how fun it would be to pay Guess the Gift Game with Amir. Like have him give you one or two clues a day, you post them on your blog and have your friends guess along with you until he shows up with whatever odd or crazy thing it might be. Post up a photo of it.
A clue of: It has teeth but doesn't bite" could be stuffed Toto, or a ticket to see Sawlady perform or a Venus fly trap. (Okay, I know it doesn't have teeth but close) or a watch (gears inside have teeth).
By now, you've gotten your big gift, had your Vday dinner, and hopefully maintained your sanity and manners enough to get through a week without wigging out on your lover.
I am amazed that you cook such wonderful food and stay so thin. You must have serious self control. AND eat a lot of leftovers, because you simply can't cook a good meal for oneor two without leftovers.
What a neat life of Natalia Paruz--mother a concert pianist, father a reserach scientist, a teenager without the Martha Graham dance company, a one woman cabaret, and Saw Lady subway shows. Amazing.
In the past week, I went from amped up and excited, joyful to sketchy, paranoid, uncontrollably crying, and generally stupified. Now I'm just sort of foggy and anxious, doing my best. I've avoided letters for 2 weeks and feel disconnected to people. I think if I could return to some level of normalcy, I'd pull out of this. I hate that I have to spend such a huge portion of my day just trying to be okay and manage my focus.
I read an article about how a lady who had an okay life was attractive, healthy and family went to get help for her chronic depression and panic attacks and the clinic pretty much dismissed her personal mental and emotional storms as dramatization since she "had everything going for her" and had "no reason" to be depressed. As if mental illness is a sole problem of poor, drunk, toothless, jobless, sick people. I thought of you and how despite being beautiful, intelligent, healthy having friends, a boyfriend and being incredibly creative tha tyou have a mental illness and how it impacts you on a daily basis and often at really inopportune times. People have extreme prejudice against mental issues, I think others want to ignore or downplay it because it scares them that it could happen to normal, pretty,s mart, healthy people, it could happen to them. They can easily separate themselves -- us and them -- from drunks, homeless, criminals, but not you. And in the prison context, the staff--custody and healthcare and administrators-- are "obsessively preoccupied" with thinking prisoners are faking it, as a prominent psychiatrist noted in a review of mental health care in prisons, and it results in deficient treatment and perpetuates misbehavior that lengthens a person's time spent in solitary hell.
DAY 700 of being held hostage in a bathroom.
Thankfully, Valentine's Day went well for you after the week of turmoil, however you didn't seem excited about it. I could not tell from the photo, but I wonder if they matched your decor. Like, did he add the detail of getting red and white roses in a black container? I don't think they have black roses per se, but maybe a deep purple that appear black. Now THAT would be cool. Even just a dozen, you know? I think gifts that are person-specific are the absolute best, no matter how big or small. The rose gift was beautiful. I hope you are feeling more secure in your relationship lately.
The review you sent of The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating reminds me of the short story I wrote about my ladybug. I connected with the author regarding her snail watching while sick---I kept mind throughout most of my breakdown and recovery. Physically I was ok, but mentally, I was slow and enjoyed the slow life of a handicapped ladybug.
How did your article/photo/ for Time Out NY go? Kelly how cool is that?
I am so starved for conversation with someone--with people--who have m ore depth than Liz Taylor's makeup and the time to pull out like taffy the meangins and nuances of our subject, but I am stuck wtih three sentence exchanges and the same boring rhetoric as the day before and before that, and when will it end?
The envelope I'm sending is from an idea I have to create an awareness compaign. Holding Hands for Social Justice basically puts a call out to mail artists to create a representation of their hands--print, printing, photocopy, drawing, tracing, collage, etc. and send it to me to show their support of me and others who are oppressed and marginalized in society. The idea is to scan each of the works into a blog and create an online archive--another positive piece of internet info for me. I have someone who will help me send out the flyers world wide and once the pieces are archived he will send the participants documentation for conributing along with info about me and my efforts to create justice from within. I sitll need someone to actually scan in the pieces and type the person's name, city, state and country beneath it. Would you be willing to do this? I suspect there'd be maybe 3-8 each week to scan or photograph and post up. It will be Art for Humanity. First, criminal injustic and the marginalized mentally ill and then who knows. It could be huge. Please let me know.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Letters from the Inside, Ira Einhorn, #17
HI KELLY,
I FEED BACK AS QUICKLY AS I CAN SO WROTE YOU ABOUT THE ADDRESSES - RECEIVED AND USED-AS SOON AS I GOT THEM.
TWICE YOUR POSTCARDS GOT PUT IN A WRONG PLACE (WHY I DON'T KNOW) BUT I GDID GET THEM THE SAME DAY AND ANSWERED THEM.
MICROX HAS DISAPPEARED (IT WAS 1968-70) SO NO SURPRISE AS IT RARELY COMES UP IN MY MEMORY AND IT WAS T IME OF MUCH ACTIVITY WHEN I WAS WEARING A VERY PUBLIC MEDIA HAT.
FOR FUN: SEE IF YOUC AN LOCATE THE SMOKE-IN I ORGANIZED AT INDEPENDENCE HALL AROUND THE SAME TIME. IT LED TO THE ARREST OF A TEMPLE UNIVERSITY TEACHER AND A STI-INB AROUND A POLICE CAR, SO MUCH OF LEAD TO SOME PUB.
WE DISTRIBUTED A POUND OF ROLLED UP GRASS---INVITATION WAS BY WORD OF MOUTH.
EVERYONE HERE HAS A VISCIOUS UPPER RESPIRATORY INFECTION.
4 TIMES SOUNDS AS IF IT NEVER WENT AWAY: i'M HAVING THAT PROBLEMMORE OFTEN--THINK I HAVE KO.ED SOMETHING AND BOOM: BACK.
NB: WIRTTEN FRIDAY BUT MAIL NOT PICKED UP UNTIL MONDAY.
I NOW HAVE A MIX OFM Y -- SINCE XMAS--BATTLE WITH MY EARS, THOUGH AT A LOWER LEVEL AND A VERSION OF WHAT YOU GOT.
THE EARS PRODUCE TINITUS WHICH IS HELL.
THE UPPER R. PRODUCES SWEAT: i MOVE, I SWEAT.
IF I'M IN A TOO HOT ROOM: LIBRARY LAST NIGHT AT 7--I FEEL AS IF I'M GOING TO FAINT AS THE HEAT SEEMS TO JACK UP THE EAR AND UPPER R. VIRIL.
IT'S A CONTINUAL STRUGGLE THAT WEAKENS, BUT FORCES EXTREME CONCENTRATION.
THE DOWN HERE IS EXTREME AMONG BOTH GUARDS AND PRISONERS: YOU COULD CUT IT WITH A KNIFE.
MY IBT SUDDENLY DISAPPEARED SO I AM WONDERFULLY NEWSLESS. A LAWYER FRIEND PROVIDES IT SO WHO KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED.
HAVING BEEN INDEPENDENT ALL MY LIFE, THE TOTAL DEPENDENCY ON OTHERS FOR THE SLIGHTEST THING IS DIFFICULT.
AND HERE THEY ARE NOW COUNTING ALL ENVELOPES, SO I HAVE TO FIND PEOPLE WHO WRITE FEW OR NO LETTERS.
A FAKE ENGAGEMENT RING SOUNDS CRUEL TO ME, GIVEN YOUR HOPES WHICH HE OBVIOUSLY IS AWARE OF--HE DOESN'T SOUND CRUEL, SO PERHAPS CHILDISH IS THE WORD.
YOU NEED TO DISCUSS IT OR SOUND OFF, JUST WRITE IT TO ME.
SAD.
PEACE,
IRA
I FEED BACK AS QUICKLY AS I CAN SO WROTE YOU ABOUT THE ADDRESSES - RECEIVED AND USED-AS SOON AS I GOT THEM.
TWICE YOUR POSTCARDS GOT PUT IN A WRONG PLACE (WHY I DON'T KNOW) BUT I GDID GET THEM THE SAME DAY AND ANSWERED THEM.
MICROX HAS DISAPPEARED (IT WAS 1968-70) SO NO SURPRISE AS IT RARELY COMES UP IN MY MEMORY AND IT WAS T IME OF MUCH ACTIVITY WHEN I WAS WEARING A VERY PUBLIC MEDIA HAT.
FOR FUN: SEE IF YOUC AN LOCATE THE SMOKE-IN I ORGANIZED AT INDEPENDENCE HALL AROUND THE SAME TIME. IT LED TO THE ARREST OF A TEMPLE UNIVERSITY TEACHER AND A STI-INB AROUND A POLICE CAR, SO MUCH OF LEAD TO SOME PUB.
WE DISTRIBUTED A POUND OF ROLLED UP GRASS---INVITATION WAS BY WORD OF MOUTH.
EVERYONE HERE HAS A VISCIOUS UPPER RESPIRATORY INFECTION.
4 TIMES SOUNDS AS IF IT NEVER WENT AWAY: i'M HAVING THAT PROBLEMMORE OFTEN--THINK I HAVE KO.ED SOMETHING AND BOOM: BACK.
NB: WIRTTEN FRIDAY BUT MAIL NOT PICKED UP UNTIL MONDAY.
I NOW HAVE A MIX OFM Y -- SINCE XMAS--BATTLE WITH MY EARS, THOUGH AT A LOWER LEVEL AND A VERSION OF WHAT YOU GOT.
THE EARS PRODUCE TINITUS WHICH IS HELL.
THE UPPER R. PRODUCES SWEAT: i MOVE, I SWEAT.
IF I'M IN A TOO HOT ROOM: LIBRARY LAST NIGHT AT 7--I FEEL AS IF I'M GOING TO FAINT AS THE HEAT SEEMS TO JACK UP THE EAR AND UPPER R. VIRIL.
IT'S A CONTINUAL STRUGGLE THAT WEAKENS, BUT FORCES EXTREME CONCENTRATION.
THE DOWN HERE IS EXTREME AMONG BOTH GUARDS AND PRISONERS: YOU COULD CUT IT WITH A KNIFE.
MY IBT SUDDENLY DISAPPEARED SO I AM WONDERFULLY NEWSLESS. A LAWYER FRIEND PROVIDES IT SO WHO KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED.
HAVING BEEN INDEPENDENT ALL MY LIFE, THE TOTAL DEPENDENCY ON OTHERS FOR THE SLIGHTEST THING IS DIFFICULT.
AND HERE THEY ARE NOW COUNTING ALL ENVELOPES, SO I HAVE TO FIND PEOPLE WHO WRITE FEW OR NO LETTERS.
A FAKE ENGAGEMENT RING SOUNDS CRUEL TO ME, GIVEN YOUR HOPES WHICH HE OBVIOUSLY IS AWARE OF--HE DOESN'T SOUND CRUEL, SO PERHAPS CHILDISH IS THE WORD.
YOU NEED TO DISCUSS IT OR SOUND OFF, JUST WRITE IT TO ME.
SAD.
PEACE,
IRA
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Letters from the Inside, Ira Einhorn, #15 & 16
[Ed.: This letter is in response to a recent New Yorker article about Scientology.]
Hi Kelly,
From 1968-1970I was involved in the midst of many other things, with a strange corporate venture.
MICROX
Put together by two young suburban Philly guys who were fixated on me. They were pyramiding corporations with the intention of going public and pouring all the money into an ultimate media corporation, that was acquiring optionms at a furious rate: Duen and Lord of the Rings among others.
The subsiduary companies had Betamax, Hewlett-Packer [Ed.: All mistakes are his] patents, Boron patents, etc. I held a banquiet for Frank Herbert in April 1970 where in the pitch was made.
I was the spiritual advisor to the operation. They were burning through tons of $. I was wined and dine beyond my desires.
The principles were all scientologists and as a result the highest releases were gathering round so I heard a lot about OT111 and the Ring of Fire. As we all--those days--were exploring inner space, meditating and eating acid.
The FCC got suspicious and after three years MICROX blew up.
But they all pushed me -- they would pay -- to do the training under a high official in the Church. They pushed and pushed, but I was too busy and just not that interested, as my analysis of the OT V1's I met did not impress me but have always kept an eye on them as they can be dangerous.
A couple of the guys were on the Sea.org which at the time involved actual ships at sea.
See if the net turns up anything on MICROX Corp.
Thank you,
Peace, Ira
***
Hi Kelly,
Bless you for the help. [Ed.: I don't usually offer commentary but it strikes me as funny that all the inmates I write to want God to bless me.] I'm in a black hole here, just as my mind is exploding with ideas and my ears are driving me crazy, but almost everything is out of reach
So
I send out messages in a bottle.
I want Kunkel--he's the editor--not N+1 as he had written two very intelligent articles about Marxism--rare for the young: clear and unpretentious.
So I want to communicate
ESQUIRE long ago did a cover piece called: American Woman: Dead at 21
so you could take hte roses [Amir gave you] as part of a funerary offering or better that Amir has fallen in love and is overcompensating for past neglect. May it last: Taurus and Scorpion is good (!) when it works. Hello to your man.
Player is not accurate--it is a word of today applied to an environment in which it doesn't fit, but yes: lots and lots of women "huge supply" is too economic. Lots of energy, leader charismatic and sexual revolution lead to lots of sex
But little pursuit: They were as curious as I was. 60s=Exploration/Curiousity
Care (ears) is here, but I'm not much for medicine and refused blood pressure treatment as the pills almost killed me. So, avoid them.
If I could get aspirin, I could handle it, but it disappeared as the guys abused it.
I'm treating myself with vitamins and allergy meds--slow and annoying.
I have a DOC friend (prisoner) who helps. I'm just not a pill taker and they charge us $5 per visit. That's three mealsso...I'd rather eat.
Ys, the Buckley letter was all that and more. 2nd worse BUT
I'm used to that and inbetween the stroking was lots of info. and an opportunity to help shape an hour of TV and he will provide me with my major food: BOOKS
So: worth exploring AS
my story is basically untold &
It is quite a story.
Thank you for the info.
[Ed.: He was sent a letter from a documentarian who would like to do an hour-long episode/film about Ira's life. He asked me to Google him to see what I could turn up on him. I found he is indeed a producer, but young and not very experienced.]
I now know he is genuine and a film maker. The rest is up to me and him.
Measuing the World by Daniel Kehlmann is a delight RE: von Humboldt and Gauss (one if not the greatestmath guy of all time)
Storyteller, way humor, etc.
Thanks again for the help
Hi Kelly,
From 1968-1970I was involved in the midst of many other things, with a strange corporate venture.
MICROX
Put together by two young suburban Philly guys who were fixated on me. They were pyramiding corporations with the intention of going public and pouring all the money into an ultimate media corporation, that was acquiring optionms at a furious rate: Duen and Lord of the Rings among others.
The subsiduary companies had Betamax, Hewlett-Packer [Ed.: All mistakes are his] patents, Boron patents, etc. I held a banquiet for Frank Herbert in April 1970 where in the pitch was made.
I was the spiritual advisor to the operation. They were burning through tons of $. I was wined and dine beyond my desires.
The principles were all scientologists and as a result the highest releases were gathering round so I heard a lot about OT111 and the Ring of Fire. As we all--those days--were exploring inner space, meditating and eating acid.
The FCC got suspicious and after three years MICROX blew up.
But they all pushed me -- they would pay -- to do the training under a high official in the Church. They pushed and pushed, but I was too busy and just not that interested, as my analysis of the OT V1's I met did not impress me but have always kept an eye on them as they can be dangerous.
A couple of the guys were on the Sea.org which at the time involved actual ships at sea.
See if the net turns up anything on MICROX Corp.
Thank you,
Peace, Ira
***
Hi Kelly,
Bless you for the help. [Ed.: I don't usually offer commentary but it strikes me as funny that all the inmates I write to want God to bless me.] I'm in a black hole here, just as my mind is exploding with ideas and my ears are driving me crazy, but almost everything is out of reach
So
I send out messages in a bottle.
I want Kunkel--he's the editor--not N+1 as he had written two very intelligent articles about Marxism--rare for the young: clear and unpretentious.
So I want to communicate
ESQUIRE long ago did a cover piece called: American Woman: Dead at 21
so you could take hte roses [Amir gave you] as part of a funerary offering or better that Amir has fallen in love and is overcompensating for past neglect. May it last: Taurus and Scorpion is good (!) when it works. Hello to your man.
Player is not accurate--it is a word of today applied to an environment in which it doesn't fit, but yes: lots and lots of women "huge supply" is too economic. Lots of energy, leader charismatic and sexual revolution lead to lots of sex
But little pursuit: They were as curious as I was. 60s=Exploration/Curiousity
Care (ears) is here, but I'm not much for medicine and refused blood pressure treatment as the pills almost killed me. So, avoid them.
If I could get aspirin, I could handle it, but it disappeared as the guys abused it.
I'm treating myself with vitamins and allergy meds--slow and annoying.
I have a DOC friend (prisoner) who helps. I'm just not a pill taker and they charge us $5 per visit. That's three mealsso...I'd rather eat.
Ys, the Buckley letter was all that and more. 2nd worse BUT
I'm used to that and inbetween the stroking was lots of info. and an opportunity to help shape an hour of TV and he will provide me with my major food: BOOKS
So: worth exploring AS
my story is basically untold &
It is quite a story.
Thank you for the info.
[Ed.: He was sent a letter from a documentarian who would like to do an hour-long episode/film about Ira's life. He asked me to Google him to see what I could turn up on him. I found he is indeed a producer, but young and not very experienced.]
I now know he is genuine and a film maker. The rest is up to me and him.
Measuing the World by Daniel Kehlmann is a delight RE: von Humboldt and Gauss (one if not the greatestmath guy of all time)
Storyteller, way humor, etc.
Thanks again for the help
