AND WHAT'S UP WITH GEORGE WASHINGTON'S HAIR?
Two years ago as I was helping clear out my mother's house, I found a box of old cassette tapes from my elementary/junior high school years. Most were unlabeled, but a few seemed interesting enough ("Jonathan's Hurricane Documentary," "Spring Band Concert 1984") that I brought the whole box back to San Francisco with the intention of listening through them to see if anything was worth converting over to CD. Of course, intentions are one thing and reality is another, and so the box sat in my closet unopened. Until now.
Since I have a few weeks off work for my daughter's birth, I finally got out the tapes and have been listening to them systematically whenever the baby sleeps.
While there are a few moments of inspired brilliance (a three-minute discussion of why I believe dollar bills should be red and not green is my favorite), the unfortunate truth is that, at least based on these tapes, I was obsessed primarily with three things during my youth. Bill Cosby, the sound of a flushing toilet, and making fart sounds.
No wonder I was a liberal arts major.
Since I have a few weeks off work for my daughter's birth, I finally got out the tapes and have been listening to them systematically whenever the baby sleeps.
While there are a few moments of inspired brilliance (a three-minute discussion of why I believe dollar bills should be red and not green is my favorite), the unfortunate truth is that, at least based on these tapes, I was obsessed primarily with three things during my youth. Bill Cosby, the sound of a flushing toilet, and making fart sounds.
No wonder I was a liberal arts major.