WHO DO I LOVE MOST: Duh! I still love Jerome Murat

Students playing with my head today.  They wanted to know who I really love in all the world.   I will admit it.  I have several loves:

I love
Jerome Murat
Desperaux
Sonny the robot in I, Robot

Okay, Despereaux is a cute mouse and Sonny is a robot, so that leaves me with Jerome Murat. I love Jerome Murat.

HOW TO BE SURE THAT A JEROME MURAT PERFORMANCE IS WITH THE REAL JEROME MURAT?

Suddenly, I am taken with this question.

I know that Jerome Murat has hired at least two other men and trained them to do his performance. I have seen a video of one of them – not good unless you have never seen the original performer.

If one buys a ticket to a Jerome Murat performance, can one be certain that it will be the real Jerome Murat, i.e., what is the likelihood that one of the “impostors” will perform. (this is why I will not go to Mexico for the coming performance there)  How is one to know whether the performance is genuine, or just a paid for imitation. Of course, since I love Jerome Murat, I do not want to see Pierre or Jean.

Now I am in a turmoil.  It is an easy turmoil, since Jerome Murat does not come to New York City. (I have thought of asking David Letterman to get him on the show, but then, how would I know to stay up late to see the performance, or, even better, get a ticket to the show? Then, too, how could we be certain that we were getting the real thing, and not a cheap imitation?)

My life was so easy before I knew about the hired impostors. I was able to imagine going to a performance.

Now I must know. How can you know? Is it announced that it will be a Jerome Murat-style performance, or are the fans duped into seeing an imitation?

I still love Jerome Murat. I am still waiting.

WAITING FOR JEROME MURAT

I live in New York City. Everybody comes here. Even  Venezuelan bands come here.  It must be easy to schedule a performance here, because just about everyone does it at some point in time, at some place in the City.  There are so many places to play.

So, how come Jerome Murat does not come here?  Is he a fraidy-cat?  Is he an America-hater? (No problem there! Most people in New York City seem to hate America!)

Where is Jerome Murat today?

Today is such a dreary day – I just did my work, then attended to my accounts, then went to see Jerome on youtube.   It was one of those times when the video plays lousily – too many stops and starts, and it always seems it stops and starts right where I am trying to look and see how that happened.  Still, it was a nice time I spent with Jerry.

I am still here waiting for Jerome Murat.  It should not take long. I am patient.

Here kitty kitty kitty!

The bad news today is I have to continue the chemo for two more months. Yuck.  The happy ending to that is that it doesn’t make me as sick as it did the last time.

I LOVE JEROME MURAT: Who is Mike?

Who is Mike?

I received this charming comment from “Mike” yesterday:

“First blog I read after wakeup from sleep today!
Are you tension? panic?”

Who is Mike? Mike is an English name, but Mike’s English is not very good (sorry Mike!)  Why does Mike wonder if I am panicking?  Why would I be panicking?

I am quite curious about Mike, but I love Jerry.

There was a comment on one of the JM videos that said that Jerome Murat is really Kekilli Murat, a Turkish singer, but I seriously doubt that. I went to the Kekilli videos, and the guy does not look anything like Jerome Murat. Wrong chin to start. (Kekilli has a serious cleft in his chin, and Jerry has a chin more in keeping with someone with such a proud nose as his).  Very different body type.  Totally different nose.  Not the same guy.

I still love Jerome Murat.

OH LA LA! Ma francais is sort-of working

Oh la la!  I went to google.fr and read about Jerome Murat en francais! I can understand about every tenth word, but I can get the idea of what is being said (It does help a lot that everything said en francais is pretty much word for word exactly what I have already read en anglais!  I guess there is no more info on Jerome in French than we have in English.  Spooky.

At least I know that I know no French, and that I can read French if I really really want to (but I am not up to reading a book yet — aw heck! I am still illiterate in French!)

I have found I can understand about five French phrases in the video intro. I’ve now heard the title of the piece.  I’m working on how you would write that in French.  This without consulting a French book.

It doesn’t help that I’ve never liked French. Perhaps if I would just break down and study it for that simple reason, I might get a feel for the slipperiness and slithery feel of it.

meanwhile, je still ne sais parlais pas francais!

Do they eat potatoes in France?  Why, yes! I’ve heard they eat French fries with mayonnaise.  Curious. I’ve always done that — never developed much of a taste for ketchup.

BEING A MIME IS A GOOD JOB FOR SHY PEOPLE

Being shy is an interesting situation.  Of course, it is only interesting after you get over the handicap part and begin to get philosophical about getting on with life and how that can be done.

 

Although now the AMA has physicians urging medication as a way to overcome shyness, I refuse to be medicated.  I have already gone through courses aimed at teaching shy people to feel more comfortable relating with other people (How to Talk to Anyone is popular title)

 

I have a job which is very good for shy people. I am a teacher. What? Yes. Shyness is all about feeling not in control, about being afraid of making a mistake. Really, it is. Being a teacher puts you in control and in a place where you are not likely to make a mistake. I am lucky that I have been able to find this way to make my way in the world.

 

Recently, I was trying to figure out what kind of person would be a mime.  I think that being a mime would be a very good job for a shy person. A mime does not have to talk to anyone. All they have to do is move. They can make eye contact or not, as they choose. (I think it might be easier for a mime to make eye contact when performing than when walking around in real life).

 

I happened upon this line of thought as I realized that there are not many female mimes. I asked myself why that should be so, and then I tried to imagine myself doing a mime routine.  I finally decided that a female mime would have a difficult time developing a routine that would not seem politically incorrect, or else. Male mimes can get away with being silent and appealing to their audience through actions, but, historically, this has simply been accepted behavior for women. Where would the performance be?  Anything a woman might do would simply be ascribed to stereotype.  How it annoys me to discover yet another job which women simply cannot do!!!

At any rate, I believe that most mimes, at least, are probably shy people.  No one knows anything about Jerome Murat, which would tend to make me think that Mr. Murat is a shy person who hides from the public eye.

VALENTINE’S DAY: JUST ANOTHER WAY AMERICANS HAVE FUN

VALENTINE’S DAY: JUST ANOTHER WAY AMERICANS HAVE FUN

My foreign friends seem to be confused about Valentine’s Day. Of course, if there is no one to explain our cultural goings-on to them, they can only guess at what we are up to. (Even some Americans, particularly the childless, can lose sight of what Valentine’s Day has been about for at least the last 100 years – I am counting in my own childhood, and that of my parents, my grandparents, and my schoolteachers, who taught me about Valentine’s Day.) In America, as far as I know, we don’t have an official “Sweethearts’ Day” — that is supposed to be every day. (This is where people coming in from other cultures seem to get confused – maybe they don’t have that concept?) Valentine’s Day, as it is known where I come from, is one of our “fun”, or “light-hearted” holidays. (Folks from other parts of the world may have noticed that, here in America, most of us, aside from government and bank employees, do not have a whole lot of holidays where we take the day off from work, as it seems they do in foreign parts. We make up for it with our “fun” holidays, which are supposed to be, well, *fun*.)

Young children get caught up in the excitement with the red cakes and koolaid, choosing “valentines” from the box of valentine cards for all their classmates and teachers, the chance to write their names in “code”, classroom decorations and Valentine crafts (typically making Valentine’s presents for Mamma), and the wearing of red or pink clothes chosen especially for the day. Adults may get into the excitement with their sweethearts, making it a “special day”, by exchanging gifts or just cards, and sharing a special dinner together (in my family, that was the dinner Mamma made for the whole family, with red candles and red napkins on the table and some sort of red dessert, like Jello with whipped cream on top, or Red Velvet cake – we were all her sweethearts.) There are even special recipes for Valentine’s Day. 

Single adults, and married adults without children may make a special dinner date for Valentine’s Day, and, although it may seem a hackneyed idea to the jaded youth of foreign countries, it remains a popular day to propose marriage, as far as I have know.

While it is interesting to know abut the early origins of Valentine’s Day, far more interesting are the ways  it has been celebrated in England and America throughout the centuries, and, even much more interesting, how Americans celebrate Valentine’s Day now.

It’s just another fun holiday for everyone, folks!  You are supposed to enjoy it.

I STILL LOVE JEROME MURAT

I STILL LOVE JEROME MURAT anyway.

Oh, horrors! I mean quelle horreur! (I think that is French, but I just made it up, so I could be wrong. Oh well, it looks French, and if I say it, it sounds sort of French, so there you go)

What if Jerome Murat is one of those French people who hates America? That would make sense, since he does not seem to come to America (perhaps he has snuck into Las Vegas and not told me about it?) I see he goes to Mexico, he has gone to Puerto Rico (yo, dude! That’s in America! They may not like us too much, but they still like our pretty blue passport!) As far as I know, however, he has never come to New York City.

So, what if he hates America in that way that a lot of French people do… just because? (how come we can’t get some more French people like Lafayette? He liked us enough, even if it was all political, and he got to be an admiral or a general at the ripe old age of 24, and the French just wanted to see the British get slammed….)

Oh well, if that is the case, then he is missing good things… we have things France doesn’t have, like, say, genuine cowboy boots, french fries, the Rocky Mountains, Levis,  real New York pizza, Central Park, Disney World, Macy’s, the Republican Party, and the Statue of Liberty. That’s just for starters.

Eeeeuuuwww! (Hiding my yeux!) That would just be tres terrible. I cannot think about it.

Until I find out for sure, I will give him a chance. I still love him.

SE PEUT-IL QUE JE DEVIENNE FOU??? I Love Jerome Murat

Yes, it is true. Today, a few told me that they had seen the video. We talked about it. We talked about how it is said that it is done. We talked about what is happening in the video.

A few people started in with “existential meanings” (I don’t know what that means, but I do think that sounds like a good description, i.e., what is the meaning of the piece.)  People usually get tired of me when they start with that, because a)I am just seeing what is happening, and b)if I can discern some underlying message, I generally do not want to talk about it.

Whatever.

I love Jerome Murat. I am going to wait here.

Nothing unusual. I have done this before. Sometimes it works.

I am just waiting here… oh, no, I am not sitting in front of the computer waiting. I am having a life, but I am waiting.

I am also wondering if, if you are French, you have to eat bechamel sauce on most foods. I do not know how to make bechamel sauce.  On top of that, I have never seen a raw vegan version of bechamel sauce.  I sincerely hope that that will not be a stumbling block, but, if it is, maybe I could be the first person to make a raw vegan bechamel sauce. Aha! A possible claim to fame. (I do not use “young Thai coconut” or macadamia nuts. I wonder if that would be a problem.)

I see how the performance works.  I think that, even if you understand how it works, it is still really cool.  I mean, even if you get to the point where you think you understand how life works, it is still interesting to see what happens, even if it is just what you expected.  If it is what you expected, you still can be surprised, and, of course, if it is not what you expected, you will be surprised.

I watched this video the first time just because my sister sent it to me. (she almost never sends anything to me). It was a surprise. Each time I have watched it since then, I have been surprised.

I know actors and artists, and I know that sometimes there is not much inside them except the creativity that lets them be/do something that they are not.  I have been there. No, not really. (My paintings were always something that was inside me and needed to get out.  But, then, there might have been people who were saying that the only thing about me was the paintings, and once they had seen them, there was nothing more to me.  That is one reason I quit painting, even though I was successful.)

Now the pieces I create are just there because I like them. I see the elements, and I put them together, and voila! (see, I am learning French!) I have a piece and people will like it and want it.  That is cool.  I don’t need a meaning. I just make what I make because I like it.  The only thing I ever made because I thought others would like it has never sold.  Interesting.

Meanwhile, I love Jerome Murat, and I would like to see him without his…. make-up.

Il faut que je sorte dici!!!!  Talk at you later, Jerry.

PUPPET LOVE: More on Jerome Murat

Se peut-il que je devienne fou???  Oh, I know the answer to that one!  I mean, I have a crush on a guy who wears heavy white makeup for heaven’s sake! (and they call it puppet love)

I have found two people who, like me, want to see Jerome Murat with no make-up.  This Jerry business is becoming interesting.  Funny.  Do guys stand around and fearlessly want to see a woman without make-up?

In my research, I have discovered that there are at least two other men doing the same performance.  That would explain why I have seen some videos in which the Jerry did not look very much like Jerry and the performance was not as beautiful, not as seamlessly executed.  I guess Jerry got too busy, or, perhaps, retired, and franchised it. The problem is, I don’t want to watch the other guys. I guess this is how I know it is Jerry and not the performance. Maybe it is that Jerry is the performance, and the others are like cheap plastic imitations.  I do not love them.

I have learned three new sentences in French today.  It is funny what French people think should go in a basic English grammar book for French people. The book I saw today is much more fun that any book for Americans who want to learn French, I am telling you!  I am going to borrow it again on Monday, and learn some more curious things to say to French people.  The good thing is that French syntax is almost like English.

I do not understand why Jerry does not seem to come to the US, or at least not to New York. I don’t know if I can forgive that. Why does he not come here?  I mean, he goes to Mexico, for heaven’s sake. What’s wrong with New York City?  Don’t tell me that Jerry is chicken.  Jerry could do New York. We have lots of French people here.  Comme j’aimererais que tu sois la!

Il faut que je sorte dici!!!!