i've been "working" on an armchair ethnography for about the past year now – actually longer, i guess – and i've finally gotten to the point where i can start working things out here, among friends. (we are friends, right? i certainly hope so.) so we're about to start on a bit of an epic adventure.
last month i was going through the cactus garden comments for approval, when i came across one (well, technically, two in a row, but they were the exact same comment, word-for-word and caps-lock-for-caps-lock) raging about a joke meme i had shared over in seeds back in 2011.
This weekend I watched Magic Mike, because what else are you going to do on a drunk gals’ weekend after watching (sober) three Oscar nominated films and surviving three hours in a snow related traffic jam? And knowing that a sequel is coming, and dammit, we have to catch up!
Which is to say: I watched Magic Mike.
I saw Midnight in Paris this weekend. I wish I could sit here and tell you how much I really liked it. The narrative spoke to me, and I loved Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway, and who wouldn't want Gertrude Stein to read your manuscript. Hell, I want to be Gertrude Stein. I even want to be able to talk to you about the stuff I didn't like. The part where Owen Wilson's character had his epiphany and got a bit preachy. How shrewish (and I hate that word, but it's the only one that works) Rachel McAdams's character was. How intellectuals were characterized as boorish and full of braggadocio. How Wilson romanced two age-appropriate women but ended up with one who was way too young. How a Diane Keaton look-alike shows up in every Woody Allen film.
books on my parents' shelves
if you're looking for or are in an anthropology program, this is a good starting research tool.