of late i am not interested in anything.
Archive for March, 2001
some stuff:
imagine my surprise today when jess told me that when he walked by the abortion display yesterday, there were protestors. i would never have thought u of h, stomping ground for sorority girls in toilet-papered golf carts and cheerleaders hawking cheez whiz samples, would have protestors. but there they were, according to jess. everyone was yelling, he said, and someone poured water all over one of the pro-lifers. the best thing that jess told me, though, was that there was a guy holding up a sign that said “SAVE MY LUNCH,” which had to have been pretty appropriate considering the bloody photographs. brilliant.
and speaking of u of h, yesterday was the day for prostestors, but it was also the day for tiffany, who performed at noon for free in front of some building or other on campus. i found out about it after the fact, otherwise i’d have gone out of morbid curiosity. or maybe not. it might have been too painful to watch. (update: shaun tells me that tiffany was cancelled due to rain, even though it wasn’t raining. oh, well.)
the hair that was blue in these photos is now blonde. i really, really like it. i also really, really miss my long hair (see above), though it was certainly harder to dye. you can see my new blonde hair(s) in this movie that shaun made of rob and me in british novel class. we’re not talking or doing anything in the movie, but we really couldn’t do anything, seeing as how it was taking place in secret in the middle of class. oh, and the last frame is classic.
i have a comment thingy now, it’s a system i found here via ernie. i still have to do some tweaking (whatever that means), but it’s okay for now. let me know what you think.
i have not spoken to a soul since 2pm.
i saw pollock last night, it was quite good. ed harris was really wonderful; he made the painting scenes feel breathtakingly accurate, as if he were actually creating the works instead of just pretending to create the works. his directing was good as well, and marcia gay harden was excellent as his wife and fellow painter. it was, however, a bit disjointed in places, and it depicted pollock’s actions without really explaining his motivations. i left the theater feeling as though i’d seen jackson pollock burn down a convenience store and run off into the night; i saw what he did, but i don’t know why he did it.
the most interesting part of the film, i thought, was that in the film pollock’s wife was a painter as well, and was one of his contemporaries before she married him. but after they married and moved to a secluded house in the country, she appeared to all but give up her art career in favor of managing his. she went back to painting after his death, apparently, and had a fairly decent career. i wondered, though, what it must be like to marry someone who shares your endeavors, your passions, and yet is infinitely more successful at them than you are. i cannot even begin to fathom the jealousy i’d feel. perhaps that’s why pollock’s wife gave it up; perhaps to her it seemed easier than continual resentment.
pollock was good, though, it made me wish i had an obsession. i want there to be something creative i do that i do because i have to, because i just can’t do without doing it. writing here is, i think, more of a current addiction than an obsession in that i’m not in pursuit of a particular goal. so that doesn’t count. i think i need something more tangible, more messy, something that will give me the equivalent of hands covered with layer upon layer of colored oils.
on the counter at artiste they have these sample plates of their specials every day, and i think they use real food because by the end of the evening things are looking pretty gross. on wednesday one of the specials appeared to be some sort of meatloaf.
me: hey, look, it’s sponges with gravy!
rob: ew. but you know, they should have edible sponges.
me: edible sponges?
rob: yeah, you could eat it and dip it in your soup and stuff.
me: rob.
rob: hmm?
me: that’s bread.
rob: oh, yeah.
you can’t beat two shirts, a skirt, and a hat for ten dollars, now can you? this afternoon rob and i went to savers, which is a really huge, not-quite-local thrift store in town. we spent a few hours there; rob perused the t-shirts while i scoured the vintage section. after that we looked at toys and furniture and old computers and scarves and microwaves and books and shoes before going back to the t-shirts. i found a shirt that said “KEEP JUDGE AL GREEN JUDGE” on both sides, but it was too big. rob found one that said “HEY! LAY OFF THE CRACK!” and it was not too big, so i expect to see him wearing it to school soon. we also found a really old remote control that emitted high-pitched beeps when you pressed the buttons, a wind-up dinosaur that did backflips, and about seventy pairs of orange pants, none of which i purchased.
junk is such a good time. even the used videotapes and dishes and knickknacks are interesting, as was the arbitrary blue oyster cult eight-track. i always wonder, though, how rob and i must look walking around in a thrift store. to the people who genuinely need to shop at savers, who don’t have the money to shop anywhere else, we must look exactly like what we are: parentally funded college students who drive out to the hood in their integra to laugh at junk.
but it’s such awesome junk.
today we bought vegan soul food from a stand in an empty lot on the corner of scott and alabama. the woman behind the counter wore a white turban and laughed at all my jokes. we sat at cement picnic tables and ate our macaroni and soy cheese and barbecued tofu sandwiches in the cold wind, with a dog barking at us from behind a chain-link fence nearby.
i have no idea why, but i’m grossed out by tofu and soy, which doesn’t make sense at all considering the fact that i really love spaghetti-os and cheese in a can. as if they’re not gross.
