As part of the Project: THE CENTER FOR IMPROVED LIVING (TCFIL)
If Salvatore Dali fought Jackson Pollock, who would win?
Dali would challenge Pollock to a bulllfighting duel, the ultimate in macho rituals. Dali, of course, will come dressed in full toreador garment. Pollock will show up in typical artist American uniform: jeans and a Tshit, all stained with acrylic paint. Dali just had his moustache waxed and looks "dalinesque"; Pollock has a hangover, has bags under his eyes and looks fucked up. Dali just smoked some hash before dressing up. ??It has all been fixed: the bull is really a cow which enters the arena and hangs around. Pollock comes in first and is swaying a ridiculously small red cloth at the cow. At the other end, Dali comes in. He starts laughing at Pollock like a maniac. Pollock throws the cloth up in the air, puts his fists in front of his chest and yells loudly: "Come near, you goddam surrealist Spaniard!". Dali draws near with a pipe in his hand and, still laughing, and offers it to Pollock. Pollock accepts the pipe while taking out from his bag a wine bottle. Both of them sit in the middle of the arena, the cow looking dumbly near them, smoking and drinking, talking incesantly about that "asshole Andre Breton"; "Fuck, the guy thinks he's some kind of Art Pope, doesn't he?". ??And that's the end of the story...
If you had a billboard and you could put up anything you want, what would you put on it?
Democracy!: what democracy?
If you could visit any one place in the world today, where would it be?
I want to take my very own cruise through the Mediterranean and live from island to beautiful island. Right now I would be in Crete.
What's the longest (biggest) book you've read?
I'm looking around my library. From what I see there: maybe.... Foucault's Pendulum (Umberto Eco) - but I'm cheating on that since I nearly finished the 641 pages, but didn't make it till the end; Don Quijote (Cervantes); War and Peace (Tolstoy), la Guerra del fin del mundo (Vargas Llosa) and all those Art History books I have to read to prepare for class; oh!!! the biggest being one on Florence's art (it's huge!). Or, it may have happened long time ago, since I loved to read encyclopedias as a young girl.
What (where) is the fanciest place you have ever visited?
Oh my: what do you mean by fancy, something that is made to impresses the "others": the middle class, the poor? Something utterly baroque, like the Hermitage or Versailles? ??
I think some restaurants try to be "fancy", better said, pretensious. I've been in quite a few of those.? But I think rich people's bathrooms are quite "fancy", in the sense that they are hedonistic and luxurious: fun and oh! so pleasurable. The fanciest place I've been is a great bathtub made of marble, like a pool. I took a bath there and felt like a queen. It was in Key Biscayne, while staying in some mansion; many, many moons ago. ??Sometimes I wish I could be a Roman noble, ?in Roman times (circa 80 a.d) so I could go regularly to the Roman baths. Now that is, at the most, a very fancy wish!
Invent a name for a new brand of coffee.
I have lived in the middle of a coffee plantation (with then boyfriend: Marcos Irizarry). The coffee thing is in my genes also for my great-great & greatgrandfather Poueymirou had a plantation in Maricao, PR. The coffee plant produces the most beautiful and sweetest smelling white flower!. It fills the fresh mountain air with delicious aromas... so what comes to mind is: Fragant Lady of the Night!
What was the last thing you took a photo of. (you can post the image to your comment if you want to get fancy).
I took a picture of myself to send to one of those singles groups in the Web that keeps sending advertising to my e-mail, (don't know how it gets through!), which claims I can finally get the relationship I am lookin for by joining. Out of curiosity, I did finally tried to make myself a member, with the hopes that I can "meet" someone from another country, specially Spain. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), since I'm broke and DO NOT have a credit card (am I the only one left in the world?), I was able to register, but not to join in. Neither can I communicate with other members, although I can "advertise" myself. So I tried my best to cheat the "system" by slipping my e-mail in "code" in my profile text, but the "system" kept catching me and not approving my profile. Then, after three days of trying this cheat, driven by an increasingly maddening fantasy of falling in love and leavind this forsaken land, I let go of and quit forever. And that was the end of that!...
What would happen if all the people in the entire world jumped at once?
Even if everybody agreed and actually jumped all at once (wait a minute did you actually mean the whole human race or just the North Americans?), ?it will just make everything stop for a fraction of a second and then it will ALL! start again; on the one hand, gossiping, racism, exploitation of women, of workers, abuse, imperialism, wars of petroleum, class differences, death; on the other, love, pleasure and beauty.
Name something nice to take your picture in front of, beside, near, or behind.
A "carnival" at night; the blueness of the Caribbean Sea, the Mediterranean Sea; the ruins of Pompeii; an orange grove in the mountains of Maricao, PR ; and: my daughter Gaby, my new unborn grandchild!; finally, hugging all my dead forefathers and mothers. Oh! I forgot: my very own special place: an ancient silvery olive tree grove in Ibiza, on the way to Es Vedra.
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