Where is everyone at? I'm two-thirds of the way through. Should we have a deadline of the beginning of next week? Or maybe a week from today?
And yes, I really liked the Lady Baglady story, too. So answer this, if you dare -- all of you: have you ever considered slumming it, maybe even just for a day, to see what it was like?
Oh, yeah ... I was going to answer that, too. Santa Monica is the homeless capital of the world. When I was in L.A. I thought it would be interesting to do a documentary by living on the beach for a period of time as a transient, sort of like Morgan Spurlock with "Supersize Me" and "30 Days."
Once I was walking down 12th Street in Newton carrying an enormous pillow when a hippie couple asked me whether I was carrying my house.
If I remember correctly, I was dressed strangely at the time. I was on my way to a dress rehearsal for a couple of one-act plays. In one of them, I was the character wearing all red, so I had some red clothing on, and some other red clothing inside the pillowcase.
The plays were performed in a classroom and directed by a fellow student named Toby in the spring of 1995 because one of our theater directors had been recently murdered in Dillons and our auditorium had been recently burnt crispy.
And I can't remember why I only got a ride halfway to the high school.
I've never thought about slumming it. Makes me think about the KU students who spend the night on Wescoe beach in solidarity with the homeless, which I've always thought was pretentious and stupid. The baglady story is excellent, though. Maybe we should all do that sometime.
I have wondered what it would be like, yes To just have no money and no transportation and no place to go and have to fend for yourself. I think about how I'd pass the time. A day would be very long. And a lot of your companions on the street would be drunks or crazies or both. It would be lonely.
It would be more fun to slum it if you were really rich, like a movie star, and you disguised yourself (probably by just not wearing makeup) and started hanging out with regular people in the Midwest, like you got a job at Target or the bowling alley or something.
Oh yes, but everybody is totally fucked up in this book. What about the portrayals of chefs and artists and women's self-help groups and kids with progeria? Depravity for everybody!
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Where is everyone at? I'm two-thirds of the way through. Should we have a deadline of the beginning of next week? Or maybe a week from today?
And yes, I really liked the Lady Baglady story, too. So answer this, if you dare -- all of you: have you ever considered slumming it, maybe even just for a day, to see what it was like?
Oh, yeah ... I was going to answer that, too. Santa Monica is the homeless capital of the world. When I was in L.A. I thought it would be interesting to do a documentary by living on the beach for a period of time as a transient, sort of like Morgan Spurlock with "Supersize Me" and "30 Days."
I finished the book two weeks ago.
Once I was walking down 12th Street in Newton carrying an enormous pillow when a hippie couple asked me whether I was carrying my house.
If I remember correctly, I was dressed strangely at the time. I was on my way to a dress rehearsal for a couple of one-act plays. In one of them, I was the character wearing all red, so I had some red clothing on, and some other red clothing inside the pillowcase.
The plays were performed in a classroom and directed by a fellow student named Toby in the spring of 1995 because one of our theater directors had been recently murdered in Dillons and our auditorium had been recently burnt crispy.
And I can't remember why I only got a ride halfway to the high school.
I'm about two-thirds through also.
I've never thought about slumming it. Makes me think about the KU students who spend the night on Wescoe beach in solidarity with the homeless, which I've always thought was pretentious and stupid. The baglady story is excellent, though. Maybe we should all do that sometime.
I have wondered what it would be like, yes To just have no money and no transportation and no place to go and have to fend for yourself. I think about how I'd pass the time. A day would be very long. And a lot of your companions on the street would be drunks or crazies or both. It would be lonely.
It would be more fun to slum it if you were really rich, like a movie star, and you disguised yourself (probably by just not wearing makeup) and started hanging out with regular people in the Midwest, like you got a job at Target or the bowling alley or something.
G, how about Monday we start?
(Look at that sentence.)
G, how about we start Monday?
Hehe.
I have some issues with Chuckles about his portrayal of stay-at-home moms and journalists.
Am I struggling with English today?
I have some issues with Chuckles about his portrayal of journalists and stay-at-home moms.
Oh yes, but everybody is totally fucked up in this book. What about the portrayals of chefs and artists and women's self-help groups and kids with progeria? Depravity for everybody!
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