Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Underwater at 78

Birthdays, we remember them; most of mine that I remember have been pretty good and some even fantastic. 50 years old in Mexico, and a surprise bullfight, basically a young bull that does it every day, chases you around and you get to do El Cordobes gestures,  and hope you don’t get tossed in the air. 
Obviously nothing happens to the bull. 

That was a pretty memorable birthday.

I have been blessed by having many birthdays with belly dancers; they seem to be my present of choice from friends of mine…I wonder why? The friends are Armenians and Greeks that might explain it as well as my love of the “art” of belly dancing.

As some of you know I started scuba diving pretty late in life, when I was 69 or 70.
I do not dive as often as I would like to but I do manage to dive more than a few times a year.
My dive instructor here in Porto Heli, John Alexakis, is a great friend as well. He is very concerned for me when we dive; he really takes care of me underwater. It is inconceivable for me to dive with anyone else.

When I told him I wanted to dive on my birthday, the 30th of August, he said  “sounds like a plan” the equivalent for us of OK.

We were having a coffee on the dockside, he said he would bring the boat over so I would not have to walk so far, I told you, he takes care of me.

When he arrived the boat was covered in balloons, perfect for a kids birthday party. We all got on board and pulled out of the harbor to the surprise of all the boats and people around the dockside. There were even some cheers, or maybe jeers.

There were 4 of us on board, the dive instructor, a friend and another two divers. We went to a small bay, not very far, and suited up for the dive. My birthday dive, water was perfect, visibility was great…we were only missing my traditional birthday belly dancer. Returning to the boat I see a sign hanging under the boat, happy birthday Greg with a bottle of champagne, actually a small bottle of Asti Spumante.

Another great birthday, maybe even the best, and without the belly dancers.

I think this might be a new venture for John, underwater birthday celebrations, hopefully with belly dancers. 

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Mama had a thing for Elvis

My mother was born in Asia Minor and moved to Paris after the catastrophe.
She lived in Paris for about 5 or 6 years, before she married my father and moved to the States.
Pop was from the same village and had gone to the States; he went to Paris to marry Mama.

She was a seamstress in Paris and was rather elegant and arty, making great clothes; she made all our outfits when my sisters and I were kids. She was creative in everything she did, from cooking to sewing to being very modern and allowing me to go to Art school and not insisting on me being a lawyer or a doctor as most Greek parents would.

I am just trying to set her up to try and maybe explain her infatuation with Elvis Presley.
I am not aware of her liking Bing Crosby or Frank Sinatra or even Johnny Cash.

Elvis was something else. For some reason he was adored by Mama.

Our store on Surf Ave. was next door to the Tilyou movie theater, Mama went often to the movies but she wasn’t a great fan unless it was an Elvis movie. She would not miss one; she even took my future wife to see one, one of his Hawaiian ones, in the early 60s. Mama told Jeannine she loved Elvis because he bought his Mother a house. He was a good boy.

I wonder if that was the real reason and not his hip moves or his suits?

I would like to know who Pop had a thing for, Jane Russell, Marylyn Monroe
or some exotic Turkish Dancer?

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Greeks are funny

I was in the local supermarket and saw this product there.
It was Calamari (squid) and the photo was beautifully rendered octopus.

Question is, what is in the actual can?

Squid, octopus, fish, tomatoes, liverwurst, mushrooms, what?

It could actually be anything.

I bought it and took it to a friend’s house on my way home.
We opened it and we some wine ready, you never know when you might need some.

Octopus, just like the illustration…tasted pretty good, not like fresh and just grilled ones though.
I was really disappointed that there wasn’t something else in the can…would have made a better story.

I will keep looking for conflicts on labels and keep you in the loop.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Mt Ararat is really a mountain

Ok, that really sounds nuts; I thought it was an international chain of Armenian restaurants.
Every city I have lived in seemed to have an Armenian restaurant called Mt Ararat.
I wonder if there is a real McDonalds somewhere.

We went to Yerevan in Armenia for a week, did a presentation there at the American University of Armenia. Haig, a great friend of mine teaches advertising and marketing there three months a year. Like a good Diaspora Armenian he lives in Glendale California, pretty much the capital of the Diaspora Armenian community.

 We had a great week. People were great, friendly and very open and knowledgeable. I found out to my great surprise that Mt Ararat, which you can see perfectly clearly from all parts of Yerevan, is in Turkey. OK, I should have known that, but I didn’t, never occurred to me that it would not be in Armenia.

Armenia is a country, where you can see the hand of the Soviet Union all over it; after all they were under it for 70 years. It has its seeming good side as well as its horrible side. The capital, Yerevan is beautifully laid out, wide avenues, tree lined, ending up in large squares with museums, elegant buildings, opera houses etc…a very cultured people in a cultured looking city. The ugly soviet style apartment buildings dotted through out the country are about as unimaginably ugly and dreary as possible.

Throughout the soviet hand, the good and the bad, ancient Armenia comes through and dazzles, and so does post soviet Armenia.

 There are huge private residences and new churches, cathedral sized that have been built by the oligarchs, huge pretentious mansions in the middle of some dreary countryside…battle of egos, really horrific.

A little about my presentation, Haig, a dear friend that has worked with me in three countries at least invited me to speak about my 40 years in international advertising in over 10 countries. The audience was his graduate students, the US ambassador, members of the university staff, members of the business community, all in all about 200 people.

My wife Jeannine and my daughter Justine, who flew over from NY, for my presentation, were there as well. I suspect my daughter was there to tell our other kids, “Dad was a dud in Armenia.”

The truth is I was really proud that she came to see me present.

I have not presented to a group in over 12 years, I was really nervous about it and wanted it to be a success for many reasons.

It was a success or maybe Armenians are really polite, especially to Greek Americans. They even did the wave for me when it was over; actually, I asked them to do it, although the second wave was sort of spontaneous.

If you go to Gregory Birbil on You Tube you can watch it, by the way, the one labeled part 1 is really part 2. Armenian logic.

I wonder if there is a restaurant on Mt Ararat called Mt Ararat.


Monday, March 2, 2015

Blog block, blogger’s block….block, block!

It has been a year since I have written a blog, obviously BLOG BLOCK.
I had ideas but it just seemed impossible to sit down and just write.
Just hope this is over and my block is un-blocked.

as a sort of creative guy, creative block was always overcome with a deadline.
You sort of did it when you had no choice, do it or die.

Maybe I need a deadline, one blog a week, one blog a month, 
one blog when I feel like it, that is no good, that leads to blog block.