My Monday (or, why i really have an lj)
Mar. 14th, 2006 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rktyesterday, 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 Normaltm 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.
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 Normaltm 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.
