THE CHOPPED LIVER CLUB

I hate liver, can I have a blue potato instead?

Ha ! ! !

It's so bad, when i go to the store, the automatic doors won't open. I have to hit the disabled button . . . sometime more than once . . .

I got nuttin' but square edges but I'm living in a round-peg-world!

I am either terrifying to look at or invisible.
The other day I was standing on the D platform at 42nd Street (Bryant Park)
A couple of 30 something women were arguing about how to get to Yankee Stadium by subway.
"Ask someone!" one of them kept saying.
The other one did,,,,
by walking right past me and up to a skinny girl
who shrugged.

A thought went through me.
If she asks me now I am going to tell them to go upstairs and get on the 7 train to the end of the line That's Met's Stadium.

But I never got the chance.
The D came, I got on, they got on.

Joe(The correct answer is'Take the D)Nation

An ode to finely chopped liver

Liver living in the abdominal cavity.
Expunged in ethanol is like man in oxygen depravity.
Standing along man, hopefully a hundred year,
To fall at last, dry, galled, not to reappear.
Although it fell and die that night;
It was the witch’s hope for a new light.
Grounded and chopped all up.
The red stew did froth boil from the cup.
In small proportions it was vile;
In short measure, doubled was the witch's revile.

you mean besides a2k? alright. but you'll need permission from this guy...

Yes, I'm insignificant. A miniscule barnacle on a blue whale. A tiny tick on an African elephant.

But I make a helluva good chopped liver. Does that count for anything?

At least you're a guy.

I'm kidding, actually. There were a certain bunch of years when I was single and moderately chubby in my early sixties that I suppose I became blank to some, as a woman, but in reality, I wasn't going to parties of twenty some year olds interested in each other. Those were the years I had smarty type couples interested in me as a friend. All the gotten to know men that might work were hooked up, and the rest were interesting, as were the women.

When I was in my forties and fifties, I'd plenty of people to yammer on with and sometimes flirt, though I've never been a big flirt, which is familial avoidance, far as I can figure.. plus I was married for a lot of that.

In my forties, I had a year or two of chub and maybe people dismissed me but I was too busy to notice much. In my twenties and early thirties, I had some gorgeous girlfriends. I was no dog (reminds me of a photo I took at a rest stop of a ladies room door, no dogs allowed), but was usually not the one of interest, a good thing, re pests. (I've opinions on this 'dog' business but will forgo them for now)

In my teens, I was a complicated subdued mess. Was brought out by getting a job and talking to fellow workers. At that point, I was earlier than chopped liver.

The thing about being not much noticed is that you can engage straight (not sex, quoting boomer) in a lot of different situations.

Maybe a photo of us then, later, since no one now would recognize us.

I've known these women more than fifty years.
We look different now.
I'm at screen right.



Most of us were feisty, and some of that we got from each other in the day. G, with blond hair, followed what was going on re women the most. She was an educator of me.

Osso, in one picture someone is at screen right. In the next picture the same person is at screen left. I don't recognize you in either pic. Is that you in the green dress?

Yes.

Adds, those were the type of glasses that 'changed' with light, so entirely wrong for me but I had not clue of that then.

I see I've veered off topic.

Shall we talk liverwurst?

I'd rather be chopped liver than liverwurst.

how's about some head cheese?

time to talk foie gras (just read the chronicle food section)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foie_gras

I wanna be a member. But chopped liver to this Texan is like barbecue to an Eskimo. Ain't no such animal.

You are honorary chopped liver.