Everyday you must say "Oh, how do I feel about my shoes?"
Back in Mr Kelly's English class senior year on Modern American Theatre, we talked about Brechtian theatre and read The Colored Museum and discussed the advent of rap and watched some of Do the Right Thing, and somewhere in there he played "H2O Gate Blues" by Gil Scott-Heron for us, and I just remember it being this amazing free-form rambling piece of anti-establishment wonderment the likes of which I had never heard before. I would much like to find it again...This song kicks it, though.
For Sociology today, we had a reading about social deviancy, and so in class, surprise! we watched the first half of One Flew Over The Cuckoos Next, which A. I haven't seen since maybe the Clinton administration (or middle school, depending on which one sounds like it was longer ago), B. was really, really good and C. was weird because on Sunday, I posted a list of Best Picture winners and then last night I watched Titanic. Sort of weird, don't you think? Or maybe I just think too much. That seems to be a better analysis of my situation. And then in Dance we watched our evaluation video. That was...disconcerting.
I need to get my act together a little bit more, maybe; all I seem to want to do the past couple days is watch random parts of Angels in America and listen to The Smiths (and such songs as "Girl Afraid" and "Accept Yourself" are not helping with my more unfortunate ideas of self-identity (Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?)). Meh. I'll snap out of it soon enough. In the meanwhile, I require oatmeal
ETA 1:51: IT WAS MAD TASTY
For Sociology today, we had a reading about social deviancy, and so in class, surprise! we watched the first half of One Flew Over The Cuckoos Next, which A. I haven't seen since maybe the Clinton administration (or middle school, depending on which one sounds like it was longer ago), B. was really, really good and C. was weird because on Sunday, I posted a list of Best Picture winners and then last night I watched Titanic. Sort of weird, don't you think? Or maybe I just think too much. That seems to be a better analysis of my situation. And then in Dance we watched our evaluation video. That was...disconcerting.
I need to get my act together a little bit more, maybe; all I seem to want to do the past couple days is watch random parts of Angels in America and listen to The Smiths (and such songs as "Girl Afraid" and "Accept Yourself" are not helping with my more unfortunate ideas of self-identity (Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?)). Meh. I'll snap out of it soon enough. In the meanwhile, I require oatmeal
ETA 1:51: IT WAS MAD TASTY