Several weeks ago I got an inquiry from The New York Times about my yarnbombing and I swooned. The New York Times! My father would be so happy! I had wanted to be in the New York Times but I hoped that it would happen Someday , not so soon. I savored the swoony feeling and thought pleasurably about how an article in The New York Times would probably give me everything I ever wanted. I also had a sinking feeling that this might be hard and end badly.
I set up a phone date with the reporter and sat faithfully by the phone for 2 hours and waited for her to call . She didn’t call. I e-mailed her and she quickly responded that there had been an earthquake and tsunami in Japan and that she would call me another time . Well . Japan , yes , that did seem more important. So I waited and waited and waited and she didn’t call, she didn’t write , despite my checking my mail obsessively. One morning as I was staring fixedly at my e-mail I thought “This is such a familiar awful feeling. What was it reminding me of ? ”
Then I realized it . I t was just like dating. I hated dating.
It was the waiting around that I hated. So what I did when I was dating is-I picked who I wanted to date and I called him. I didn’t need to have that ” Oh he has to pick me” feeling to feel wanted.
So I gave up on TNYT and thought ” I don’t need them , I am just great with out them . ” So then they called.
So I did an hour interview on the phone on the way to the airport and my teeth only chattered a little bit. I gave her a list of other people to call and flew away.
Then another really long time went by and I gave up again . After a n interminable time the reporter wrote me and said ” My editors need to know your real name or your age , one or the other. Tell us.”
Terrible-I am totally wedded to my anonymity but I really wanted to be in TNYT. Since this was dating I cornered a girlfriend and talked her ear off for 2 straight hours and then decided I couldn’t tell them my age or name, that I would be betraying what I believed in. So I wrote a little impassioned plea for anonymity and then waited for several more weeks and heard nothing. Then I heard that the article would soon be coming out and I kept checking for it . And then it came out And everyone I had suggested to the reporter was in it and I wasn’t.
Oh man . Rejected . They broke up with me ! And they had started it ! The reporter told me that her editors had wanted it to be more international. Oh there’s always some reason the other person has to leave you.
I hope to get over this eventually
This flowery piece is my first commission , for Harvey, who waited 7 months for it. We all wait and make others wait.
I know it seems a funny contrast to The New York Times but here are 2 good articles an AOL P atch website.
Berkeley Patch here.
Palo Alto Patch here.