What fascinates me nonstop? The quirks and mysteries of everyday living. Sometimes the silly little things. Like now. I’m shopping at Whole Foods. It’s lunchtime. Hungry, I scoop some crystallized ginger into a bag, flame raisins into another, mixed nuts into another, so I can sit at the counter and write and nibble. The checker weighs my bulk purchases, first the ginger at $6.99 a pound comes to $1.05. Then the nuts at $6.99 a pound, they’re also $1.05! Then the raisins at $3.39 a pound, they’re $1.05!! How’d that happen? What are the odds? Am I just a consistent scooper?? I want to laugh out loud.
The play‘s the thing. We see where life leads and run with it, see where our onion lands and play along. As in PLEASE PLAY. That’s a short short, filmed and edited by Kathy Fischer, which features 7 or 8 Rosenblatts (Adolph has genie rather than genius status), Genevieve Leplae, John Gourdoux, Artasia, Rosenblatt Gallery, sculptures, buddhas, Japanese bath tubs, and a red onion.
Black suits, black portfolios in hand (how much is your portfolio worth, sir?), neatly knotted ties, they walk (very erect) into a black building forty or fifty stories tall (how do you count stories when you’re at the bottom?).
In 1977, with no prior warning, I began to write short stories. And once I started, I had too much fun ever to stop, although it did feel lonely. I knew a lot of visual artists, only two or three writers. I felt as if I was writing in a vacuum.