1. She would not post, read, be asked to read, be asked to visit, or even be mentioned by name in said blog. So as far as I understand it, this blog is basically the bastard offspring of a cyber pre-nup and a restraining order. Is that weird? I'm sure it will get weirder.
2. The blog must be called the "Hotbed of Genius."
Obviously, wife does not like blogs and has no interest in participating in what she has referred to as "online scrapbooking" or "glorified Christmas cards." But I do have to say that I like the name she gave to this blog. It came from a travel book we read while we were getting ready to go to Scotland in November. The book described Edinburgh as a "hotbed of genius," which we loved. Besides, it is better than the first name she suggested for the blog, which was "Stare hard, retard."
Maybe this blog is a way for me to come to grips with being in my 30s. These days I don't even recognize myself. I am losing my hair at an alarming rate (actually it is just migrating south to my back), I know what a 401K is (sort of), and I read Russian literature for fun. What went wrong?
So a recent work trip to LA only fueled my budding identity crisis. The meetings were held at the Disney Studios in Burbank, and on the first day I drove my rental car slowly through the striking writer's guild and made my way to the security booth. They asked for ID so they could print me a badge. The Disney badge they gave me had a photo and everything, so I was impressed (I am easily impressed). Only later did I notice my name:
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Paul Feorofe. I looked around at some of the other people attending the meetings, and the security guy got their names right, so I'm not sure what happened. And the guy in the booth took my name from my driver's license, so it wasn't like he was trying to read my terrible handwriting or anything like that. Other than the F, the dude wasn't even close. What kind of name is Feorofe, anyway? I think it might be Scotch-Romanian. Or possibly Comanche Indian.So the next day I was curious if the dude in the booth would get it right. My interest was piqued when I saw that it was a different guard on day two. Would I be Paul Feorofe again? No, even better.
Paul Orekct. There's really not very much I can say about that, except that Paul Orekct is an awesome name. Maybe they were giving me a stage name. After all, I was in Hollywood.Or maybe Disney just has a really awesome security program that is so high-level that they give you an alias when you check in. I guess it would make sense, most of the Disney guys I met with were former CIA people anyway. But still, Paul Orekct. That is fantastic.
So stay tuned. Paul Feorofe, er, I mean Paul Orekct may have more to say. Too bad Mrs. Feorofe-Orekct hates blogs, she might enjoy this.
7 comments:
So, Mr. Feorofe-Ocretct-ish, I've wanted to talk with a genius, or even lie in a hotbed of genius for a long time, and in your case, this may be an opportunity for me to do both. What comes to my mind first, though, since I've never left a blog-comment before anywhere knowingly, is the question, how do all the clever comments you make about stuff--other than, say, your fictitious name--even suggest that what you're going through is an identity crisis. Russian literature (are you kidding?), most people don't even try, it's so challenging. Talk about identity crisis, the characters in those novels all have about twenty names, paternal surnames, maternal surnames, nicknames, names they use with their servants, names they use with their family, names for lovers, public diminutives of derivative nomenclature, come on. I for one admire you for not only reading them but liking them, better yet, getting them. That Tolstoy guy, wow, an aristocrat who abandons his class to be a writer of shame-on-you-and-your-privileged ways, come to Christ and give it all away to be redeemed, must have had a massive identity crisis. You think you've got one, read on, man. And how about Dostoyevsky and his obsession with guilty conscience? Or Turgenyev or Pasternak or Gogol or Chekov? Man, those guys all know something about figuring yourself out. Well, you sound like an amazing guy, even if your wife isn't as fun to talk to as your keybored (ha, get it?), but then marriage is kind of a test anyway, right? All the best. Sincerely, a commiserator in the search. (Like Ashley Brilliant said, "I've given up my search for Truth, I'm settling for a good fantasy.") A friend.
It looks like skipshots should start his own blog. Or is that what he just did? Not bad for a first time commenter.
You do sound like an amazing guy. I would like to get to know you better through computers.
Love,
Drewshots
Fantastic post. Agnes won't be able to not read it.
Paul, is this blog open to the public yet? I linked you from my blog, using my standard convention of first names for the whole couple, but now I'm concerned Kim might press charges. Dangit, there I go, mentioning her name again! Should I just link to "Paul"? Or maybe, "Orekct"?
Paulie, welcome. I've never been happier to accidentally discover a blog (and I do it frequently). I should have thought of one of those names when I chose my professional name.
What's your name again?
That is too funny.
Paul welcome to bloggersphere! I use to think the same thing as that not named wife of yours does and then I got hooked. It is much better than scrap booking. I don't do that.
When you are done with your blog they will make it into a book for you, how cool is that?
Just saw your brother in Utah it was fun. Funny since you have moved they haven't come to Va....
Please tell Kim 0ops...sorry...hello for me!
Jessie Casillas
I FOUND YOU!!! I can't believe it. Please tell Kim/Agnes, if you're allowed to mention contacts made through blogland, that while blogging is in fact an extension of the "fake" joviality that you often get in Christmas cards, it is also a lifeline of sanity for one girl so very very far from her life as she once knew it. And then tell her to email me, please.
p.s. it sounds like you guys are great and traveling the world and when are you coming to argentina to visit me? I can't believe you were just in Brasil and couldn't make it a tiny bit more south!!
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