Sunday, February 27, 2005
Hey Dad, wanna have a catch?
I don't know how it has escaped me all these years. The truth has been right there, right in front of all of us, practically crying out for discovery. I think that Kevin Costner may be my father. Unbelievable? Hardly. Some years ago, before I began high school, my mom (God rest her soul) and I were going through her high school yearbooks. I was shocked to see Kevin Costner's smiling, goofy face several pages in front of my mom's, in the junior class section. "Mom!", I probably said, "Kevin Costner is in your yearbook!" She then told me the tale of Kevin Costner's years of high school in Visalia, CA. Apparently he was a dorky drama kind of kid, new to the school and relatively unknown. Not to my mom, though who was herself a drama club member, and I'm guessing, was attracted to outsiders. Kevin, or dad I should say, tried unsuccessfully, or so my mom said, to date a friend of my mom's, and then, incredibly my mother herself. After high school, her memory faded, and presumably Costner (daddy) went off to minor league baseball tryouts, or film school or something. I never knew the man who was supposed to be my dad, he left when I was very young. It seems obvious now that the truth was kept from me, because my mom was embarrased to have conceived me out of wedlock, in high school, to a drama nerd. The man sold to me as my father was a college football player, and a cowboy. (This is where my name Justin comes from, ala Justin Boots) My mom wanted me to be strong, and so she wanted me to think that I cam from hearty, All-American stock. Too bad she didn't give Kevin Costner a chance. The resemblances are obvious. Our tall, gawky builds. Our love affair with baseball, and the wide open spaces the game is best played in. I'm sure there are others. And the final scene in "Field of Dreams", where Costner meets the ghost of his father (if you build it, he will come), and they play their first game of catch on that baseball diamomd cut from an Iowa cornfield, do you know the scene? I cry every time I see it. Now I know why. I don't want Costner's money. I just want to play catch with my pop on a warm summer afternoon. I'm starting to cry right now.
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Hola! Kenecheewa! Bon Jour! It's me, Chloe Dove, and I just learned a few new ways to say 'hello.' I thought I'd try them out here, since I love to be excited and cultural and worldly in the beginning. How about you? Do you know any other words for 'hello'? Let me know. Anyway, I think it's sooooooooooo neat that Kevin Costner is your dad! Have you talked to him recently? I don't really know who he is, but I know he's an actor, and I think it's neat to have a celebrity for a dad. For a really long time, I thought I was a step or half sister of Natalie Portman because we are both so poised and smart and talented. Ronnie said that if it was true, he'd be committing some "sick ass motherfucking incest as soon as possible and would have been giving me baths since the day I was born." Anyway, I guess it wasn't true, but you know what? Since Kevin Costner is your dad, do you think you could somehow make a way for me to meet Natalie Portman or Gwen Stefani? Usually celebrities know other celebrities, so you probably know lots, and I'd reallyreallyreally LOVE to meet Gwen or Natalie or also Peter Sampras. He's a tennis star. Oh, and Andy Roddick, another tennis star. He is a hottie. Oh, also, how about Orlando Bloom? He is soooooooooooo hot. Could you find a way for me to meet him, too? Anyway, say hi to your dad for me. You are really humble about it, that's cool. Did you go to the Academy Awards since you're dad maybe went to them? Just wondering.
Oh, by the way, I'm sooooooooooooooo sad and sorry for you to lose your friends' cat. Animals are really vulnerable and lovable and cuddable and humble, though not minimal, though sometimes comical. I wanted to let you know that you are not alone with your loss. I've had two lost pets. I don't mean lost, like we couldn't find them, but lost, like they died and part of my soul died with them. First was Gulliver, my gray cat. Well, it wasn't mine, but the family's. And he was soooo sweet. What happened to him was that we don't know. He is just missing, so mom said he is definitely dead. And that is sad. I was reallyreallyreally sad, so for my 13th birthday, mom and dad bought me a tabby kitten that I named Cat-erina. Get it? Anyway, when I was a sophomore (second year) in high school, Cat-erina got really reallyreally sick and had a really big tumor on her butt. When it was the biggest it got, Ronnie said, "that bitch's ass is as big as mom's." And, so first of all, we had to explain that a female dog is called a 'bitch,' not a cat. And, also, that it's not nice to point out so obviously that mom's ass is big. She was really sad about him saying that, so she started using the Zone diet and working out at Curves, a fitness facility for females. Only. This was when Ronnie was 25, and before he was moved out the first time (then he came back because he didn't have any money, and he had been arrested 12 times), and before anger management, so he didn't have a punishment. Plus, dad agreed when he said that, and mom was crying, so there was nothing else to do. Also, when Cat-erina was really sick, I was running for Sophomore class Treasurer, and I had some posters that said 'VOTE FOR MEGAN' (that was before I knew I was really Chloe Dove), and mom asked Ronnie to take them to the zerox place to get them copied, since she had a facial appointment. So, when we got them back, Ronnie had changed the letters to say 'MEGAN'S PUSSY HAS AN INFECTIOUS DISEASE', and then put them up at school, which was the school he went to, too, years before. By this phrase, he meant that Cat-erina was dying. This was reallyreallyreally mean to me, because I was losing my soulmate and because my brother was trying to hurt my feelings. Plus, I lost to Lianne Kohller for Sophomore Class Treasurer because she had really awesome posters, and mine were false and lewd, even though I think it was cheating, since her dad works at an advertising place, so some people said he did them for her. Anyway, the point is, I know how your feeling about Oxcy, and I'm sorry. At least cats have nine lives, right? Maybe the cat is now a clerk at your local Walgreens, and you can visit him/her and talk to it about the old days of feline function. How about that?
Last night, at work, I was working with this gay guy (NOT Nick Lachey, since he's not gay) named Ken, who's Mexican-American, but looks Asian-American, and he was listening to old rock, and this song came on, and the name of it is 'The Next Time I Fall (In Love),' and the words are:
The next time I fall in love,
I'll know better what to do.
Next time I fall, in love,
It'll be with you.
And, I was just wondering, do you know what this means? Because it is kind of confusing. Is is a break-up song for people? Is the singer in love currently and is telling his current flame a threat, or is he promising a new love that he'll be there for her? Anyway, it is a really powerful and tragic song. Do you know it? Do you think any of it could apply to your own life and love? I think I understand it in my own heart.
Speaking of gayness, I know you thought maybe your right about Nick Lachey being gay because he was wearing hip and sexy clothes, but I don't know if you can judge a book by its cover, can you? Maybe some people think that "a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled about halfway up my forearm and dark blue jeans with a brown belt and a pair of navy blue sneakers" is gay. Do you think? Sorry, but just wanted to point that out.
So, I guess a lot of people are interested in me and my musings and work, and are wondering if I am really Stephen King or Jake Gyllenhal in disguise as a girl named Chloe Dove. But I want you to know, I am not posing or impostering or pretending. I am just a girl with a tragic birthname who took a step toward identity change and is better for it. I live in Orange County and I love life, crackers, teddy bears, Lucy Liu, 'Details' magazine, and funky buttons. If you think I'm a good writer and blogger, and are mistaking me for Hunter S. Thompson, you're wrong, because he just died. Maybe some of you don't think a young, bright, female can be creative and warm. I'm here to prove you bigtime wrong.
Your sublimely and simply though not stupidly strong, sassy and smart sidekick, Chloe Dove
is this HZA'S blog, or chloe's?
i never played catch with my dad, but i did once smoke a bowl with him. i always thought c. thomas howell was my father. not the one from "the outsiders", but the jolson look-alike from "soul man". seb once told me his real father was tony danza. am i the only one who thinks J-MO looks like a cross between jon stewart and that guy from "northern exposure"?
"Next Time I Fall In Love"
Is about two people who have both been burned before, and probably both fucked up their share of relationships. they've have been hurt in love and they've given up on love...until they realize that what they need, and what has been missing has always been this other special person, ie: Peter Cetera or Amy Grant. It's a love song. They haven't been in love with each other yet, nay they couldn't have ever dreamed of it for fear that they might hurt this other person, but the song is the first time they finally admit to themselves and each other that it could be love and it could work out.
Hza, I sang once with your half-sister. She has a good voice and she's really cute. We shared a look. I think she liked me, but I've been so hurt in love that I smiled and turned the other way so as not to hurt her or be hurt by her. But now as CHloe Dove reminds me of that Peter Cetera song, I wonder.....
What? Half-sister? And, what? Amy Grant? Did she cover Peter Cetera's song? God, I love that song. It makes me think of the music in the background while renting original Nintendo games, at a video store next to a TCBY, and watching the clerk thumb through a card catalog to find my membership, and waiting for them to hand-write the rental invoice, and then riding my bike home to discover a new issue of Nintendo Power in the mailbox! "Secrets of Mega Man 2 revealed"! Or better yet, "Heroes of Mt. Olympus Dungeon Map Inside!"
It was a duet. how perfect is that. Back when Amy Grant was hot and would only sing for God or Peter Cetera Himself.
-J
I'm glad to hear that you too have a special relationship with K. Costner. I'm thinking that I might be related to James Earl Jones, because people instantly trust me and I have a beautiful speaking voice.
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