I wrote the following story about four months ago, and then kind of forgot about it.
It's long, and the thought of proofreading it was daunting, so I just let it sit in my computer.
But this morning, Cindy's best friend Nania started a blog. Nania is a very smart and thoughtful writer who I admire for giving up a promising career as a speech pathologist in order to pursue her dream of being a fiction writer. (She recently an MFA program at University of Michigan.) Some of you may remember Nania from my wedding -- she was Cindy's maid of honor, and she gave a speech that made me laugh, and then made me cry, and then made me think, "Holy shit! How the hell is Darayus supposed to follow that??"
(And to his credit, he went up there and followed it.)
So anyway, Nania dedicated her first blog post to me! She even said that the writing on this blog inspired her to start blogging. (Needless to say, I was honored.)
(Ok, she didn't cite the "In Defense of Tony Heyward" post I just linked to. But I reread that post today -- and there's some good stuff in there.)
(I'll link to her blog later. For now she only wants the people she told to read it -- until she becomes more comfortable with blogging. And more importantly, her blog probably doesn't have the bandwidth to handle the millions of hits she'll get if I link to her blog.)
Nania's first post was about her first day in an Asian-American Literary and Cultural Studies class (which -- unbeknownst to her -- was a PhD level course, full of PhD level minds.) At one point she wrote about her reasons for taking the class, one of which was this,
I'm also interested in "trans-culturalism"... where people feel they are essentially caught in the middle of two different cultures -- and have experienced how alienating and difficult it is to live in the "in-between."That is not necessarily what the following story is about, but reading that sentence certainly reminded me of it.
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I'll repost this
1 comment:
FIrst of all, I just dropped $1400 getting my Jeep fixed, so I feel your pain. (I actually have a weird emotional attachment to that car for various reasons, so I couldn't just let it die from old age.) My new reason is that when you pay $1400 of your UofM stipend money to get your car fixed, (yes, I'm sure that's how they wanted me to spend it,) it makes you feel like you just donated your kidney to it-- thus, a piece of you is in the car, and now you definitely can't let it die.
Secondly, "It's taken care of, Mr. Irani" is the single-most ominous sentence I've ever read on your blog. Or any blog. Yes, that might be because of your Persian last name. Yes that is inherently racist. Yes, I apologize.
Finally, thank you for the nod in this great post and on this great blog. You can release my blog address to the world, by the way. Because as my writing professor recently said... "Being shy about your writing can be cute, unless you're in a writing program -- then it's fucking annoying." He's a very persuasive man.
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