It's been a while
I have a completely 100% legally obtained copy of Beck's new CD Guero that I'm listening to. I pre-ordered the Super-Special-DVD-Plus-Artwork-Nifty-Edition-Beck's-New-CD-Guero on Sunday, so that'll be fun once I get it. I also ordered Kafka's The Trial, which should be a good read.
'Twas Easter this weekend, and betraying my pagan instincts, I did absolutely nothing to celebrate. I don't even get the holiday. I mean, Jesus rose from the dead and was hailed by people as their savior. So what? It's nothing that George Romero hasn't put in a movie before, and probably done better. If Jesus had risen from the dead and started to nibble on people's brains, THEN I'd be impressed.
Terah just informed me that she got me invited to a super private dinner with Ex-Senator Tom Daschle. I worked on the Tom Daschle for Senator campaign this fall, which we lost, and somehow she pulled strings to get me to the dinner. Thing is, I don't really care about it. I mean, I voted for him, and wrangled up votes for him, but there wasn't a whole lot of difference between him and the other guy. That is to say that there aren't a whole lot of controversial issues in South Dakota. He lost because of abortion, gay rights, and gun control. Also, the people of the state had felt that he wasn't thoroughly representing their views. Fair enough. I had a guy yell at me about how he hadn't signed a bill for increased veteran benefits or something, and thus he wasn't supporting the state properly. Yeah, 'cause the other party is really taking care of veteran rights. I don't want this to digress into a political diatribe, I know enough about politics to not really talk about it, and that most of the time, both parties are wrong. I just happen to vote for the one whose wrongness I appreciate.
Joke: A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
I should be studying for my Western Civilization Test right now, but I'm blogging dammit!
I got David Sedaris' "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" from iTunes. It's the first audio book I've ever listened to. I used to look down upon the people who listened to these things. Their lives were clearly much much worse than mine because they had to have someone read to them. While this is still true, the book was great. It had the first Sedaris story I'd ever read which was in The New Yorker back when I was subscribed to that wonderful magazine. It starts out: I was drowning a mouse in a bucket when a van pulled up to my house." Ever since then I've been a big fan.
Sid Perelman is a funny guy. He's old-school Marx Brothers style, and I like him a lot. There's a great picture in a book about him at our library. It's a black and white photograph of him sitting on a stool in a halfway crouched postion. He has a bowler hat on, and it's tilted up so that the brim comes off of his head just slightly before giving his hairline room to come out. It's a side shot of him, and he's holding a flower in is hand, lifting it to his nose, ready to sniff it. In his back pocket, there is a pistol. It isn't there like a pistol normally is; it's sitting with the barrel in his back pocket, and the handle just sticking out, in profile, as an extension of the rest of his body. It's a great picture, and I can't find it anywhere online, so I'll have to scan it in. It describes pretty effectively his sense of humor, which I hope to be like my sense of humor, only updated a bit, of course.
Well, this has been a rather long post, and consequently a rather long diversion from my studying. I've tried to end these with a movie reccomendation that people may not have seen otherwise, but I'm having trouble thinking of one tonight.
"Being There" with Peter Sellers and Shirley McClaine is a really good movie. It's suprising how with one image at the end, the movie turns everything you just saw completely on its head. Also, thinking of Shirley McClaine made me think of "The Apartment", which is also great.
'Twas Easter this weekend, and betraying my pagan instincts, I did absolutely nothing to celebrate. I don't even get the holiday. I mean, Jesus rose from the dead and was hailed by people as their savior. So what? It's nothing that George Romero hasn't put in a movie before, and probably done better. If Jesus had risen from the dead and started to nibble on people's brains, THEN I'd be impressed.
Terah just informed me that she got me invited to a super private dinner with Ex-Senator Tom Daschle. I worked on the Tom Daschle for Senator campaign this fall, which we lost, and somehow she pulled strings to get me to the dinner. Thing is, I don't really care about it. I mean, I voted for him, and wrangled up votes for him, but there wasn't a whole lot of difference between him and the other guy. That is to say that there aren't a whole lot of controversial issues in South Dakota. He lost because of abortion, gay rights, and gun control. Also, the people of the state had felt that he wasn't thoroughly representing their views. Fair enough. I had a guy yell at me about how he hadn't signed a bill for increased veteran benefits or something, and thus he wasn't supporting the state properly. Yeah, 'cause the other party is really taking care of veteran rights. I don't want this to digress into a political diatribe, I know enough about politics to not really talk about it, and that most of the time, both parties are wrong. I just happen to vote for the one whose wrongness I appreciate.
Joke: A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
I should be studying for my Western Civilization Test right now, but I'm blogging dammit!
I got David Sedaris' "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" from iTunes. It's the first audio book I've ever listened to. I used to look down upon the people who listened to these things. Their lives were clearly much much worse than mine because they had to have someone read to them. While this is still true, the book was great. It had the first Sedaris story I'd ever read which was in The New Yorker back when I was subscribed to that wonderful magazine. It starts out: I was drowning a mouse in a bucket when a van pulled up to my house." Ever since then I've been a big fan.
Sid Perelman is a funny guy. He's old-school Marx Brothers style, and I like him a lot. There's a great picture in a book about him at our library. It's a black and white photograph of him sitting on a stool in a halfway crouched postion. He has a bowler hat on, and it's tilted up so that the brim comes off of his head just slightly before giving his hairline room to come out. It's a side shot of him, and he's holding a flower in is hand, lifting it to his nose, ready to sniff it. In his back pocket, there is a pistol. It isn't there like a pistol normally is; it's sitting with the barrel in his back pocket, and the handle just sticking out, in profile, as an extension of the rest of his body. It's a great picture, and I can't find it anywhere online, so I'll have to scan it in. It describes pretty effectively his sense of humor, which I hope to be like my sense of humor, only updated a bit, of course.
Well, this has been a rather long post, and consequently a rather long diversion from my studying. I've tried to end these with a movie reccomendation that people may not have seen otherwise, but I'm having trouble thinking of one tonight.
"Being There" with Peter Sellers and Shirley McClaine is a really good movie. It's suprising how with one image at the end, the movie turns everything you just saw completely on its head. Also, thinking of Shirley McClaine made me think of "The Apartment", which is also great.
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