loose change
I wanted to finish reading Public Enemies before going to see the movie, but that's looking unlikely. The weekend was far busier than I'd anticipated.
In addition to Steve Martin and Martin Sheen, Arlo Guthrie also showed up at A Prairie Home Companion, which Keillor only announced at the very last minute. It seemed to mean a lot to my parents and much of the audience, but ... meh.
Don't get me wrong. I know Arlo Guthrie is old and important to the folk music crowd, but that kind of music just doesn't interest me very much (blasphemy, I'm sure). I probably wouldn't have cared much about Steve Martin's banjo playing either if I didn't already respect his history as a comedian and actor.
APHC ... I don't know. My dad is a big fan, but I can't quite get a handle on it. Maybe my discomfort stems from the fact that it lacks the irony I find necessary in dealing with nationalism and religion. The show is quite unapologetically nation-proud and faith-proud, and it's all a bit too smug for my liking. What do we have? A bunch of white people standing around, idealising the American family and the American way of life, singing about an ideal that I don't believe ever really existed. Standing in the singing sea of bodies Saturday night, I found that the situation just had a way of making me feel ever more the glowering little black cloud in a sea of wishful thinking. When I hinted at my cynicism the next day, my dad replied, "Sometimes you get tired of a jaded outlook on life."
Yes, sometimes your brain stops working and you stop asking inconvenient or uncomfortable questions.
Das Auto now has MA plates and all that good stuff, but it needs its safety inspection, PRONTO.
And I still need to reschedule my hair appointment in July, since I'm now taking off for Orlando on the day I had originally scheduled. Oops.
I have thoughts about Transformers 2, which I will attempt to compose later (behind a cut, in case of spoilers).
A few 12 Monkeys icon bases over at
phantasm_bunny ... More to follow, no doubt.
In addition to Steve Martin and Martin Sheen, Arlo Guthrie also showed up at A Prairie Home Companion, which Keillor only announced at the very last minute. It seemed to mean a lot to my parents and much of the audience, but ... meh.
Don't get me wrong. I know Arlo Guthrie is old and important to the folk music crowd, but that kind of music just doesn't interest me very much (blasphemy, I'm sure). I probably wouldn't have cared much about Steve Martin's banjo playing either if I didn't already respect his history as a comedian and actor.
APHC ... I don't know. My dad is a big fan, but I can't quite get a handle on it. Maybe my discomfort stems from the fact that it lacks the irony I find necessary in dealing with nationalism and religion. The show is quite unapologetically nation-proud and faith-proud, and it's all a bit too smug for my liking. What do we have? A bunch of white people standing around, idealising the American family and the American way of life, singing about an ideal that I don't believe ever really existed. Standing in the singing sea of bodies Saturday night, I found that the situation just had a way of making me feel ever more the glowering little black cloud in a sea of wishful thinking. When I hinted at my cynicism the next day, my dad replied, "Sometimes you get tired of a jaded outlook on life."
Yes, sometimes your brain stops working and you stop asking inconvenient or uncomfortable questions.
Das Auto now has MA plates and all that good stuff, but it needs its safety inspection, PRONTO.
And I still need to reschedule my hair appointment in July, since I'm now taking off for Orlando on the day I had originally scheduled. Oops.
I have thoughts about Transformers 2, which I will attempt to compose later (behind a cut, in case of spoilers).
A few 12 Monkeys icon bases over at
phantasm_bunny ... More to follow, no doubt.