Sunday, January 02, 2005
latinas
the only cousin i can really talk to is my 70-something year-old mad professor/scientist. today he told me some family secrets, kept pulling me upstairs to the bedrooms so we could talk in private. it was weird. but we are both kind of obsessed with remembering facts about family.
his father changed his family name. i don't know the original name, were jewish, but stopped practicing. immigrants from austria. i think he was involved in the manhattan project. i have chills thinking about it. i just saw sony outsider
and, i did not know we have family in argentina. ah, inquisitions, pogroms.
he also told me more about how my grandfather died. and how he read my grandfather's stories, which have since disappeared. according to him, it's no loss. still.
his first wife's name was lola she had big tits. his kids by his second marriage turned out okay, sort of, i mean they now have kids and are self-sufficient and conventional. but the kids he's adopted, a korean and one from el salvador, who are no longer kids, just a few years younger than me, are messed up, spoiled brats. i want to give them books, turn them on to reading, since they don't read at all. i think they need to suffer a little, live on their own. they aren't dumb. and they are both quite beautiful.
i've been watching movies and hanging out and i leave in one more day. i'm actually glad i came. this time. it was okay. i want to be able to tell people i love and appreciate them. it's still hard to do that, with family. i end up walking around the neighborhood, leaving messages, anxious. trying not to make my mom angry. still, i'm surprised when no one's ever heard of lorca. it's refreshing enough to make me miss it.
his father changed his family name. i don't know the original name, were jewish, but stopped practicing. immigrants from austria. i think he was involved in the manhattan project. i have chills thinking about it. i just saw sony outsider
and, i did not know we have family in argentina. ah, inquisitions, pogroms.
he also told me more about how my grandfather died. and how he read my grandfather's stories, which have since disappeared. according to him, it's no loss. still.
his first wife's name was lola she had big tits. his kids by his second marriage turned out okay, sort of, i mean they now have kids and are self-sufficient and conventional. but the kids he's adopted, a korean and one from el salvador, who are no longer kids, just a few years younger than me, are messed up, spoiled brats. i want to give them books, turn them on to reading, since they don't read at all. i think they need to suffer a little, live on their own. they aren't dumb. and they are both quite beautiful.
i've been watching movies and hanging out and i leave in one more day. i'm actually glad i came. this time. it was okay. i want to be able to tell people i love and appreciate them. it's still hard to do that, with family. i end up walking around the neighborhood, leaving messages, anxious. trying not to make my mom angry. still, i'm surprised when no one's ever heard of lorca. it's refreshing enough to make me miss it.
# posted by franie2 @ 11:10 AM 
