And you know ---- it wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it was gonna be. Dane Stickney at The W-H is pretty awesome -- I've worked with him lots in the past, but this was the first time we'd met... and they were blown away by the things I'd brought -- really excited. Last week's interviewee listed her faith and her job as her favorite things ... so I don't think they were expecting me to show up with a piece of art and a stick of butter as part of my stash.
Picking five favorite things is kinda next to impossible. So I just kinda took five things that mean a lot to me and have a definite "Brigitte-ness" about them. As Dane perfectly put it -- if I were an action figure, they would be my kick ass accessories.
My five included:
1) The first piece of art I ever bought, a piece I adore by Kenny Adkins
2) vintage carry-on luggage that I use as hand bags
3) a stick of butter
4) a music box from my childhood
5) my high school copy of Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
The printed version of the article should be in The World-Herald on Thursday -- but they also turned bits of my interview into this:
http://content.omaha.com/media/maps/slideshows/8708mcqueen
I'm not 100% sure I've ever heard a recording of my voice -- and lemme tell you, it sounds NOTHING like I thought it would. And... I giggle -- A LOT. Am I always like that? My goodness!
But wait! There's more!
In case that's not enough Brigitte for ya -- you can tune into the Food Network and see me chatting about my friends' restaurant on that Diners, Drive-ins and Dives show.
Oh yes..... it's true.
They came out to film an episode at Dixie Quicks (another one of my favorite things, to be sure...) last month -- and my sweeties who own the space, Rob & Renee, asked Wanda and I to come down. The filming went fine -- but I have no clue how the end result turned out. I don't have cable -- or a functional TV for that matter -- so I'll be missing my small screen debut. My first customer of the day told me he saw it and I looked lovely -- so I'm takin' his word for it.
I believe that the episode will run, like, 100 more times this month -- so if you're up for watching 12 straight hours of the Food Network (which, um, is how I've spent more than one Christmas holiday at my sister's house...) you're bound to see it eventually.
In other news....
I some how managed to cram one of the best nights I've had in ages and the worst series of days I've had in a long time -- all into one weekend. I'm still trying to get on top of how I've been feeling the past few days -- and am not sure it's something I want to chat about in this space -- which is a whole other bit of weirdness. I feel like I need to write about what's happening --- but maybe not here? When I started this thing -- I promised to always be honest with you and with myself -- but now strangers stumble into the store and tell me they read this and it makes me feel like I shouldn't be so brutally honest about my life.
I don't know.
I'll sort that out. In the meantime -- I'll just put it like this:
I once went camping with some friends in the Olympic Mountains while I was living in Seattle... and we were hiking and found this massive bee hive in a tree. It was beautiful and peaceful looking... quiet -- and despite my pleas for them to leave it be -- the guys I was with started throwing rocks at it and poking at it with branches -- getting the bees all riled up into this massive pissed off swarm of fury that we all ran away from, screaming, into the woods hiding behind trees.
That's how I feel. Like I'm full of angry bees.
Like I've been teased and shaken out of this dark, quiet, numbing shelter I've built for myself so that I can function in this town without losing my shit.
But instead of rocks and sticks -- it's boys with beautiful hands, whispering words like honey in my ears while looking AT me -- SEEING me in this city where I feel invisible every day. It's hands in my hair and hugs that last too long from men who shouldn't be standing that close to me in the first place, because they belong to someone else.
They've shaken me from my shelter for no good reason. They don't want the stashed away sweetness, they don't really want what's in there -- they just want to pull things apart, peek inside, stir things up and leave everything exposed and ........... BUZZING.
And then, they run away. Hiding behind
Leaving me wide awake.
...... And mad as hell about it.
Yup, that just about sums it all up.
1 comments:
Nice work! And loved the OWH clip!
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