A Jeanne Site
California State University, Dominguez Hills
University of Wisconsin, Parkside
Latest update: June 29, 2000
Faculty on the Site.
Ur-Boor was delightful. Pat and I and our families enjoyed it thoroughly. We asked to take our picture with Rachel Rosenthal. I'm afraid I was kind of boorish. Pat looked wonderful, and I very much wanted a picture of her together with Rachel Rosenthal, who was graciously chatting with guests at the reception afterwards. You can see why I wanted Pat. She looks wonderful, as does Ms. Rosenthal.
Of course, I don't need to tell you that Pat was unwilling to go up, speak to Ms. Rosenthal, and let Chris take their picture. I tried confrontation. I tugged at her purse. But she tugged back. I tugged some more. She tugged some more. I won. To no avail. Now, it would have been simpler to simply give in, and ask Ms. Rosenthal to let us have a picture with the three of us. There was only one hitch to that solution. I was having a really bad hair day. I hadn't bothered to even comb my locks. Just dunked them in the shower and ran, to get to an exhibition on time. We did. I did some great drawings. You should see my fish! I'll have to put him up. But I couldn't really explain to a well-known actress whom I didn't even know, and who never never has a bad hair day, why I looked like the wicked witch of Dominguez Hills.
OK, domination wasn't working, so I'd give in. So what if it was a bad hair day. We could have me blocked out or something. So I literally dragged Pat over to Ms. Rosenthal, and then talked fast, fast even for me. In the midst of this "bad hair-hafta get this done" moment, I barely recall that I kind of shoved some sweet young woman out of the way. Talk about Ur-Boors! Pat tried to slow me down to make sense to poor Ms. Rosenthal, but I had already figured out that I had to get this done "d'un seul jet." I'm not at all sure I had reasoned that out. This felt a lot more like an "acting out transference" event. So I boldly, much more boldly than I felt, put my arm around Ms. Rosenthal and fairly growled, "Smile, Pat."
I think I could definitely work on my people skills here. Oh, and Arnold kept asking when he saw this, "Where'd you get that green hat? I didn't know you had a green hat." So who had a green hat? I told you it was a bad hair day. I retouched it. Surely you didn't want me to look like the wicked witch of Dominguez Hills? See the result.
I shouldn't want you to think that Ms. Rosenthal volunteered this photo op. But I'm really glad she let us do it. I hope she'll let us leave it up on the site for you. But I think I have to ask her permission. I could hardly call that scene one of "informed consent."
It's very hot tonight. We went to Donna's exhibit today, and I want to tell you about that. And there is much I want to tell you about the performance of Ur-Boor. But my fingers are sticking to the keys right now. I'll put up more tomorrow. jeanne
Pat, Rachel Rosenthal, and Jeanne
at the reception after Ur-Boor
Tales of Ur-Boor