“it is with immeasurable sadness that we announce that author sir terry pratchett has died.
the world has lost one of its brightest, sharpest minds. rest in peace sir terry pratchett.”
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.
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
in a discovery that has greatly expanded the scientific community’s fundamental understanding of oddballs, a team of anthropologists from columbia university announced friday the identification of 43 new species of weirdo residing within the new york city subway system.
if you're looking for or are in an anthropology program, this is a good starting research tool.