talk radio tales and other musings.

darlings

who-we-are-in-RL did her THIRD Talk Radio Show!

this time with Mr. David Essel.

(our bit starts at 29 minutes if you’re wondering when the British accent might come on)

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it was So much fun!

as you know, we’re Rather languid & European, so the Upbeat nature of American Talk Radio has been a surprise to the psyche but we’ve done our best.

of course we didn’t want to freak out the Host, the lovely Mr. David Essel (such rich modular tones!) but, as always, and not just because it’s the most Soundproof of the (not many) rooms at teamgloria towers, we did conduct the interview via the princess phone while lying back on the many pillows:

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just like the 1st show42f2b804890411e3b4870e9031488e14_8

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and the 2nd one, in fact (isn’t it lovely that one can do Live Radio from one’s boudoir?)

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so what’s next?

we’re really not sure.

things change on a daily basis over here.

we Do know that a copy of our book has made it to the Materials Received Desk of the BBC – so do send all your *crossed_fingers* and Urgent hopes that we might get on the airwaves of this splendid show.

always a little “awkward” when talking to the British Press you see – because who-we-are-in-RL has to tiptoe around the subject of Why I left the UK*

*the British aren’t awfully keen on those who have Gone Hollywood.

not sure we’ve gone hollywood (although we do like to visit the Arclight Cinema on occasion) as no “work” has been done on the face (or elsewhere) and who-we-are-in-RL doesn’t even “color” her hair (shocking, but true – did you know they call such hair “virgin hair”? not sure we’d go that far – it’s a bob that’s been around if you know what we mean).

while we wait for the Publisher’s Publicity Department on the Other Coast to let us know what we’re to do Next, we *squeal* greatly as the “texts” and emails pour in as copies of the book land on people’s welcome mats. MT

and then have an extensive (but ultimately healing) sobbing session while driving down olympic boulevard (of course we can drive and cry – everyone learns how to in L.A) when we get messages like this from People we’ve never met but took the trouble to buy the book and felt comforted

I received your book How to Stay Sane in a Crazy World this afternoon from my Best Friend and finished it shortly thereafter. I couldn’t put it down. I have been on Medical Leave for almost two months and was able to relate all too well. Thank you for enlightening me and allowing me to view life as it should be.
(Renee)

and there are those Delicious Readers (hello, readers!) who buy Extra Copies (highly encouraged!) to give to friends who might also find it helpful.

Your lovely book almost made me cry (in a good way) and I have two friends who would love it, too. Because I am such a good friend, I will be putting a copy in their hands. :) (thank you silverscreenings!)

*pauseforthought*

isn’t that Lovely to make a difference in someone’s life or at least a pretty addition to their bookshelf or Gift-Giving parcel choices?

you know how we’ll know the book has become truly widespread?

the first stoop sale (NYC) or boot sale for the Brits or Yard sale (California) that has much loved but not-needed-anymore copies carefully stacked on a Trestle table (we adore a trestle table).

shouldn’t be too long now – we’re already discounted on ebay

Some people might look askance at seeing their hard work in a box abandoned to the Fates on a sunday afternoon in north hollywood – not us – we Understand that not everyone can Afford full price books – and so jumble sales and much used bookshops and Oxfam and the like are how many (lovely, kind, hard-working, just broke) people build their first bookshelf in their humble bedroom with the purple (self-chosen) heavily patterned 1970s wallpaper and the soft focus ballet dancer Poster from Athena.

just saying.

pearls, sunrises and storytelling.

darlings

a lovely day ahead. and another gorgeous morning sky.

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what are Your plans for the day? (although we assume that you’ve already had most of it wherever in the World you are – was it a Thursday as you had hoped? or not…..do. tell)

so, we’re working at the Photographic Studio over there *pointsvaguelytotheValley* as who-we-are-in-RL is on a consulting mission.

then there *might* be a haircut (if we can get a last minute appointment which you often Can in Koreatown and wouldn’t get anything but a shocked silence on the phone in Manhattan if one tried to do so, just so you don’t attempt it – we like to spare your *blushes*)

oh!

we *almost* forgot – who-we-are-in-RL had our piece about Highland Park published here:

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and TONIGHT we’ll be at the storytelling event to cheer her on

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…..although we HEARD (not necessarily on the grapevine because, well, they aren’t any round about here and we’re not sure why a Vine would tell Tales anyway) that she Won’t Be Mentioning Us.

*shockedexpression*

what on EARTH is she going to talk about then?

*pouts*

(and we noticed that she didn’t use our moniker on the line up either – just being herself, then? hmmmm…..)

when she was Rehearsing at teamgloria towers (not “off book” but she does a nice “reading from the script” sort of on-a-bare-stage-at-the-CBS-studio circa 1966 performance), we noted that the general tone she’s preparing for the storytelling event tonight is one of a “Saloniste” – as our good friend (sadly departed) Mr. Bertrand Russell might say. 
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it *might* not be Quite the Tone that the other performers decide on for themselves – but as far as we can tell from our (not really) extensive Research – she’s the only European so we do need to stand up for the team.

which is why we said “Wear the Pearls” when we had our rehearsal at home.  
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a funny (well not funny-ha-ha – more funny “oh that is amusing” with a Dame. M. Smith raised eyebrow and twinkly eyed expression) story about the Pearls:

many moons ago we happened to be at a “street fair” in Greenwich Village and we spotted a beautiful set of pearls on a black velvet (we *think* it was black velvet, we might be making that bit up, perhaps it was a heavy cream silk) stand.

now the thing about Greenwich Village is two-fold – one is that nobody knows whether you’re wearing real (inherited/won in a gambling debts settling of accounts) or fake gems.

you see nobody really cares about pearls anymore in Greenwich Village (unlike on the Upper East Side where one wears a single strand and still hopes, against hopes, to be invited to Jackie Kennedy’s place for tea-with-lemon-no-sandwiches-or-cake).

so we didn’t know if they were real, or not.

the other thing (because we said it was a two-fold answer so here’s Part ii) is that “house clearances” often happen when a person of a great and wonderful age decides it is time to depart for other worlds beyond this one.

in Greenwich Village they might depart having lived in their apartment since 1951 (which means the landlords have been Agonizing over its rent control for Many Decades) and as The Village is a place for bohemians, one might well not have a family (or not have spoken to them for many a year) and so the Pearls they leave behind could be Real (and end up in a “house clearance” and thus on a black velvet or heavy cream silk stand in a Stoop Sale one early summer in the new Millennium).

we wore them for years.

someone who knows about jewels fingered them (in a not unpleasant way) and said, “oh yes, they’re real” and we just smiled winsomely.

cut to the chase.

they weren’t.

we took them all over the world (and perhaps their former owner did too) but in the past few weeks the covering on each pearl just peeled off……so we let them go to the four winds (are there really only four? it feels like so many more).

and bought some new ones.

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you see there are no stoop sales with pearls in Los Angeles (that we’ve seen) so we bought these at one of those FUN shops where young ingenues in their early 20s buy Bling (and call it thus).

you’d never know.

because who-we-are-in-RL carries them off as if Nancy Mitford just turned to her at a glorious weekend in the country and said, “Do have Mine, darling girl, they’d suit you.”

but you know the truth.

at least about the pearls.

*winningsmiletocamera*