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Homage to Kevin Dorfman aka Let's Talk
by Jill Peckelun on 7/29/2009 2:32:44 PM
The Conversation
If you've been a fan of the USA network's Monk series, you are likely familiar with the character Kevin Dorfman, Adrian Monk's upstairs neighbor. This was during the non-Sharona episodes (Sharona, we still miss you). And, unforgivably, they killed off Kevin Dorfman during the last year- unbelievable! But that's another blog. Kevin Dorfman was a geeky type whose defining characteristic is that he talked about the minutiae of his life in extraordinary detail to colossally annoying excess, but still managed to be upbeat and sweet natured. He was a good foil for Monk's self-obsessed gloom.
I was talking about Kevin Dorfman with (or rather to) my husband Ed a while back. I was telling him about how one of my friends was a lot like Kevin Dorfman and really it would have been better if she'd married someone like him instead of the big lug she did because she is extremely intelligent but a bit daft and verbalizes pretty much every thought that ever comes into her head. (But, I still love her, as do we all, because you just can't not love her. Just like Kevin Dorfman.) Anyway, as I'm talking I notice that Ed has actually been paying attention to my conversation and is looking at me very strangely. I said, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" And then I got it. "Oh wait- you think I'm like Kevin Dorfman, don't you?" Ed inclined his head, which for him is an entire paragraph complete with wild gesticulations. "When do you think I'm like Kevin Dorfman?", I demanded. Ed paused and carefully explained: "When you talk about your art."
"Oh."
Because I think that's probably true. I'm often simultaneously bored speechless and struck mute with shyness in groups of people. Largely, because I've got nothing. No game at all. Nope, not a thing to say. Nothing, no matter how I much I search is entering my mind as a possible subject of conversation. Unless, of course we would be talking about art. Art in general, somebody else's art, my work in particular. The work itself, the toil in the search for subject, painting, framing, pricing, inspiration, archival techniques, varnishing, marketing thereof, etc. etc. etc. I could go on forever. And apparently, according to Ed, I happily do.
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