Friday, April 11, 2003 Calesthenics, OR there but by the grace...
I'm about a hair shy of becoming one of *those.* One of those vintage-wearing oolong sippers who only listens to records on vinyl because easily destroyed, cumbersome media units have so much more integrity than pretty, easily portable ones. One of those foody snobs who cocks a snooty nostril whenever anything artificial is mentioned. One of those who pretend to be absolutely ignorant of what's on television tonight, or tomorrow, or ever again. I could be one of those so easily. I like old things. Old cars, old clothes, history, weathering, rot or decay. I like moss and worn rocks, and avocado green kitchen wares. I could be one of those.
Just as easily, I could be one of *those,* a velvet-wearer who enjoys quoting British comedy and has a "Shakespearean insults" poster prominently displayed, who rolls her eyes at hip-hop diction, or science fiction, or Jesse Spano's caffeine pill addiction, because these are the vices of the unwashed and uncultured.
I could be that kind of bizarro-culture Walter Mittiy, one of that hoard of lit nerds who probably would've snobbed along with Pepys that Romeo and Juliet was some of the silliest stuff they had ever seen, had they actually lived in Shakespeare's time. How far from that am I? Not far.
Hair update: Today I realized how much the current length, color, and humidity-induced poofing of my hair resembles that of John Stamos' when he played the role of Uncle Jesse. It's a conundrum, because I think it looks hot, but I was never a huge Stamos fan.
Thesis update: Yesterday I made a lot of changes to the worst chapter, and I think it worked. I haven't looked at them since last night, but I'm betting I'll cringe less today when I read that chapter. It was the one that made me want to chew at my wrists every time I read it.
I posted by Frenz | 4/11/2003 10:34:00 AM
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