It was the dogs I noticed first. Fewer
catahoula mutts, fewer pits, and more golden retrievers pulling
scrubbed pink people pushing expensive perambulators containing The
Heir. The humans avoid eye contact; if they do smile or nod it is
with a tight opaque face. I'm seeing more Volvos, fewer clapped-out
minivans with ladder racks. Fewer folks sitting on porches or stoops,
in fact fewer porches and stoops and more blank tall gates. Every new
house is like its own American compound. I feel so... colonized. I
get it, though. They love the location, they're just not crazy about
the neighborhood.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
Avant Gradschool
How can you have a fringe festival
that's not on the fringes of anything? It's all fringe, I guess, like
a whorehouse curtain. Let's go sit in a black box. There will be cuss
words and exposed flesh, ironic use of clown white, and young
performers wishing desperately to be misunderstood. We have gotten to
the point where competence may be the only transgression left, rare
as tits on a snake. Still, it's our culture, and this is its
expression. You can't complain about art you don't like an more than
about the proliferation of flies on a dung heap.
Monday, November 10, 2014
I miss onionskin
This thing used to could happen: A
person would be typing and stop for a sip of coffee and set their cup
down and type to the end of the line and the carriage went ding. You
would slap the return lever to start the next line and damned if I
hadn't set the cup down in exactly the wrong place because POW!
Coffee everywhere. Also, the handset of older dial telephones was
quite heavy and you could give yourself a concussion if you answered
too enthusiastically. Otherwise, I can think of no way that
technology has improved human life.
Monday, November 3, 2014
As I look out at this puddle of faces...
Back in May, Jimmy Page accepted an
honorary doctorate from Berklee College of Music. (No word on whether
he's willing to share academic credit with Willie Dixon, Howlin'
Wolf, and Randy California.) A lot of celebrities get honorary
doctorates at graduation time; it's a way for schools to get name
speakers to show up, and for Doctor Ralph Stanley to start his
lucrative sideline in shade tree lobotomies. Usually, these degrees
recognize a lifetime of valuable contributions to the culture. But
what about people of more humble accomplishment? I'm lobbying here
for an honorary associate degree from Cuyahoga Community College.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)