May 22, 2008
Funny pairings today:
Young girl with dreadlocks and a face full of piercings talking to an old, impeccably kempt man in a three piece suit. With a WATCH CHAIN. I’m assuming he was her dad, but I would kill to hear any conversation between the two of them.
One girl giving SAT vocab prep to another girl, but getting most of the definitions wrong. And screwing up the plot of Hamlet. I was sitting next to them– I may have twitched visibly
That’s it for the day because I am boring and sleepy. Must go work!
May 17, 2008
This video, courtesy of Azis, the gay Bulgarian singer, and Desislava, the… err… blonde silicone Bulgarian singer, might just be the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’m unsure which of them has bigger, faker lips. There’s writhing! And big bleached hair! And a gratuitous bondage scene! And a random needle! And an asthma inhaler! And suggestive caressing of champagne bottles! And… and… so much more!
May 7, 2008
R. is doing a project for his Brazilian cinema class where he’s going to film people saying three things about themselves. It’s based off a scene in a film they watched, A Hora da Estrela, wherein the heroine describes herself saying “I’m a typist, I’m a virgin and I like to drink Coca-Cola.”
I’ve been thinking about how to respond to this (which might defeat the purpose) and have come up with some variations:
– “I’m a TCK, I’m biracial, and I’m a student.” (Judge a book by its cover edition)
-“I’m a knitter, I’m a doodler, and I like old books.” (Introvert version)
-“I’m a reader, I’m a cook, I’m a mass of old scars.” (slightly creepy version)
-“I’m a sister, I’m a daughter, I’m a woman.” (Grrrrl power version. And interesting to note that sister feels most natural first here. Not sistA, though. Sister. My two brothers are some of the most precious things to happen to me. )
-“I’m tough, I’m curious, I’m delicate.” (contradictory version– but at least I’ve figured out what adjectives to use to describe myself should the need every arise)
-“I study people. I’m an artist. I like to eat noodles.”
And so on.
R. is still stuck on thinking about his. He has the obvious ones (“I’m Serbian. I’m an engineer.”) but the perfect third one is eluding him. I think what attracts him so much to this movie is how it depicts the heroine’s struggles with maintaining the things that make her herself in the face of moving to a new environment. The list she makes are apparently some of the things that separate her from those around her. Being foreign here, I think he really identifies with this sense of separation from his surroundings and so on.
Anyway, I could go on writing about this for a while, as well as psychoanalysing my boyfriend, but as it is 2 am, I really feel I ought to go work on my paper some more and then to bed. I am a procrastinator, I am in my pyjamas, and I am sleepy.
What would yours be?