Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I never thought I would be nostalgic for the eighties. As a decade, I found it to be a wash. I had straight hair for a lot of it, not subscribing to the old Texas jewel -- the higher the hair, the closer to God. And I never wore the right clothes or liked the music all that much. Dynasty versus Dallas, greed it good, Bret Easton Ellis novels, well, like I said, a wash. But I find myself these days thinking about how quaint it is in certain ways. I'd no sooner answer my phone these days without knowing who it is and yet I did this routinely throughout my youth. I'd pick up a live snake before giving up caller id.
Just saw Adventureland, a movie set in the dying light of the decade. It's not a comedy, but a depressing valentine to teen angst and minimum wage labor. I liked it; Lou Reed's music plays a large part. And the setting, Pittsburgh, is very much like Detroit. I thought a lot about how things were back in those times, thought a lot about how hard it was to get in touch with the guy you liked given there was no e-mailing or texting options. You had to speak. On the phone. I used to write out little scripts before making such calls. Really. Eventually the person would go off the plan. I'd be left without any defenses. And that was cool. I think Lou Reed would understand.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"If the photographer is interested in the people in front of his lens, and if he is compassionate, it's already a lot. The instrument is not the camera but the photographer." Eve Arnold
Drinking memoir suggestion:Going Gray Anne Kreamer
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday! Thanks for all the great video response -- I'm definitely hip on Charles' suggestion to make a bartending video. I'll keep you guys posted!