Dear Jian,
Several weeks ago you were to come to Montreal to interview Azar Nafisi, author of Reading Lolita in Tehran (2003) and most recently, Things I've Been Silent About: Memories (2008). You didn't come, though. You were fogged-in at the airport. That's ok, because I couldn't come either. The free babysitter doesn't work on Wednesdays.
I have a crush on you, Jian. And I am not alone.
Is it because you are the perfect guest? You only come when I ask you to and stay only as long as I like. You don't require tea or biscuits. You don't comment on the dust or the dishes or the state of my hair. You come in, you are charming. You tell me interesting tales and interview various people who I wouldn't have heard of if you hadn't found them. You laugh and include me in your irony, your mis-steps, your asides. I am cared for. Yet I am free and invisible.
Maybe it is your voice. You have a nice voice, Jian. Is a nice voice a good basis for a life together? It might be.
Ah, the joys of the CBC Radio crush.
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i like your blog! i'm a former st-henri resident and it was also "wacky" in its own way.
ReplyDeletealso, you are totally not alone in your jian crush: http://painfulcrushes.tumblr.com/post/710405166/can-con-crush
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Hi Anna- Thanks! You are my first random reader who has commented. Yay. I am going to check out the link.
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