My Monday (or, why i really have an lj)

[rkt]

yesterday, i went to see macauley culkin read from his new book. yes, he has a book. and, i'd even gander to say it's not as tripey as other literary aspirations of actor-types. he signed my copy of junior. he only signed books, though.... and only that book..... nothing else. also, no personal pictures were allowed. this all makes me sad. that he read his excerpt like a high school freshman who printed his piece off the night before his speech assignment was due, made me sad as well.

part of all this is that i should have remembered just how close i was going to be to NYU. i always forget. i think i block its very existence from my memory. the chances of an nyu student annoying me are quite high. but, OMG though, the next time i'm in a crowd and i'm the most "NORMAL" person there, i don't know what i'm going to do with myself. that's just not natural. lots of single middle aged men. crowing college-aged women. nervous and cranky woman with british accent. and just random.... Other People. and not that such descriptors automatically make a person "abnormal", but there's just something there. i don't know. maybe you had to be there to understand my discombobulation.

i pity poor mr culkin, really. he got flustered when we were Normal^tm to him and didn't try to crowd on top of him. or treat him like an alien/circus freak. or tell him our life stories. or tell him about how great he was in that one scene of that one movie. or, even, profess our undying love for him.
okay. so maybe it was that our normal behaviour was, in fact, abnormal.

(oh the potential philosophical ramifications of this entire endeavor!)

which reminds me, happy purim everyone who wishes to be wished a happy purim.

and how, you may wonder, do i know to extend this wish?

because on certain corner of st. mark's in the e. village, i was confronted with the question "are you jewish?" on all four corners by young jewish men wearing suits and some of whom donning light-up baseball caps. (the light-up part distracted me from figuring out what the cap's decal actually was. though, i doubt i could have read it because it was, at least in part, appearing to be written in hebrew.)

contrary to apparent appearance, i am not jewish.
had i been jewish, i could have boarded the purim-mobile* to celebrate with my fellow-jews.
but i am not.
so they wouldn't let us on. so i didn't get to celebrate. and i was almost sad.
i could have lied, but a) that would be Wrong b) i'd have probably Outed myself by accident.

*i'm not entirely sure if this was on the side of this van/rv. however, there was a specific "purim mobile" crusing the general area.

Comments

[brienf.livejournal.com]

I'm sending you an email.

I knew about the holiday because I just discovered that Madonna wore a French maid outfit to some party at her Kabbalah center to celebrate. Her partner/lover/husband dressed as an Indian chief.

Have I ever told you about my My Girl story? The female lead lived in a dorm that was assigned a cafeteria table near mine at Chicago. She was also in my ballroom dancing class. She was not a nice person.

[goodlookinout.livejournal.com]

that sucks, I used to love her from that movie as a kid!!

[zosiablue.livejournal.com]

Me, too! I wanted her to be nie.

[zosiablue.livejournal.com]

er, nice, obviously.

[brienf.livejournal.com]

She definitely killed the love I felt for that movie. She was really self-involved and bratty, ie: she believed that she was exempt from the rules and could dance when we were supposed to be watching the teacher's demonstration. The teacher didn't stop her, though he did seem to catch the rest of us when we stopped paying attention to him. (He also had some creepy shit of his own going on, but that's another comment entirely.)

My best memory of her, though, was when one of the cafeteria workers told her how much she liked My Girl. The actress made this weird exhalation and said, "Just give me my goddamn food." To be fair, it might have been a bad day for her and I imagine that I'd hate to be constantly reminded of something I did when I was a kid, but way to fucking put someone in their place as your servant.

[goodlookinout.livejournal.com]

seriously!!

that last thing reminds me of another story I just heard recently involving a "celebrity" (well, minor celeb)... do you know the band Metric at all?

[brienf.livejournal.com]

do you know the band Metric at all?

No, I'm not cool enough to know about most of the musical groups you listen to. :)

[goodlookinout.livejournal.com]

hahaha

well... there's the kinda big Canadian indierock group called Metric.. and anyways, the singer pulled something like that. I guess the story isnt that good when no one knows who she is though! ha

[brienf.livejournal.com]

It's disappointing when people prove that they're arrogant or condescending or willfully privileged.

[kaygigi.livejournal.com]

On holidays they rent extra RVs and such to go out "mobiling" for Jews. Lubavitchers. That is. Chasidic to the max. And somewhat evengelical, at least to other Jews.

I love using examples like the Macauley Culkin scene described above to confound my poor 101 students. What do you mean that following the norms is deviance? What do you mean that deviance is the norms? The average so far (only having grade the multiple choice) is a mere 72, but there appears to be a wide gap btwn the 8 am and 9:30 classes, and I attribute it to the 8 amers being mostly high schoolers and the 9:30ers being mostly college students, but everyone else seems to think that 8 am sucks and by 9:30 they're more awake.

Christina Ricci, btw, is an asshole, too. I went to camp with her one summer. She was the only one in the senior girls division who wasn't also a CIT - she still went to activities like a normal camper and didn't help run them like the CITs were supposed to. And she just did archery and horseback riding all day. Everyone else had to switch up activities. And lemme tell you, Vanessa Williams' kids were little brats. Spoiled ass little brats. I've somehow managed to seperate Christina Ricci as a 17 year old bitch from Christina Ricci, actress, so I still manage to enjoy her good movies, but it is disappointing.

I think its really funny that Madonna went as a maid and hubby went as an Indian Chief - you are technically supposed to dress up as a character from the story, preferably (sometimes) crossing genders. So women as Hellboy, Mordechai, and King Ican'tpronouncehisnamemuchlessspellit, and the men as Esther or harem women, etc.

Ok, back to the depressing work of grading.

[rkt.livejournal.com]

i think with the grades it's a little bit of both column A and column B. my brain doesn't wake up until 10am. it's a proven fact!

but holly-wood-types need to get over themselves.

and thou shalt no use anti-women (or womyn, if you prefer) words in my journal, goddamnit! assholes are fine.

[kaygigi.livejournal.com]

Can I use anti-female/anti-women/anti-womyn words in another language that you won't understand?

J/K, I'll monitor my curses...