7.18.2004
La Familia
Hua: How is Derek doing?
Mother: He's fine. He just bought a pair of glasses. It's because...what's the name of that music he listens to?
H: Emo.
M: Yes. He bought a pair of glasses but there are no lenses. Because he listens to Emo.
H: Plastic glasses?
M: Plastic. But no lenses.
H: But Derek isn't Emo is he? Has he changed since I was last home?
Father: No, Derek isn't Emo. But James is Emo. Or is it Derek? No, it's James - he's Emo.
M: Yes, Derek isn't Emo. His school friends are Emo. That one tall boy with the painted nails. But Derek bought the glasses and a poster.
END
Observations from the weeks that were:
-Jim Jones' Sizurp Purple Punch doesn't taste as bad as one might think.
-Anyone who saw this knows that this guy did not deserve to win a million dollars. He had no skills whatsoever. Balls were flying offscreen into the dugout.
-Nothing to do on a Saturday night in Baltimore? Park your rental in front of the Washington Monument in Mount Vernon and listen to this.
-I haven't publicly big-upped Eugene (my non-Derek, non-James, non-Emo cousin) in a long time. He recently put up an amazing site dedicated to his trip to the Middle East.
-Even though it unspools near the end, I'm really glad I never read Hanif Kureishi's The Black Album back when I bought it, as it probably would have tampered with my faith in things like activism, political movements and the academy that much earlier. (Similarly, I'm glad I had learned the rules of alcoholic moderation long before even hearing of Fred Exley's A Fan's Notes, since the book's whiskey tractor beam would probably have fouled me up at a younger age.)
-If anyone's got the hook-up with the California Highway Patrol's 11-99 Foundation, get at me!
Mother: He's fine. He just bought a pair of glasses. It's because...what's the name of that music he listens to?
H: Emo.
M: Yes. He bought a pair of glasses but there are no lenses. Because he listens to Emo.
H: Plastic glasses?
M: Plastic. But no lenses.
H: But Derek isn't Emo is he? Has he changed since I was last home?
Father: No, Derek isn't Emo. But James is Emo. Or is it Derek? No, it's James - he's Emo.
M: Yes, Derek isn't Emo. His school friends are Emo. That one tall boy with the painted nails. But Derek bought the glasses and a poster.
END
Observations from the weeks that were:
-Jim Jones' Sizurp Purple Punch doesn't taste as bad as one might think.
-Anyone who saw this knows that this guy did not deserve to win a million dollars. He had no skills whatsoever. Balls were flying offscreen into the dugout.
-Nothing to do on a Saturday night in Baltimore? Park your rental in front of the Washington Monument in Mount Vernon and listen to this.
-I haven't publicly big-upped Eugene (my non-Derek, non-James, non-Emo cousin) in a long time. He recently put up an amazing site dedicated to his trip to the Middle East.
-Even though it unspools near the end, I'm really glad I never read Hanif Kureishi's The Black Album back when I bought it, as it probably would have tampered with my faith in things like activism, political movements and the academy that much earlier. (Similarly, I'm glad I had learned the rules of alcoholic moderation long before even hearing of Fred Exley's A Fan's Notes, since the book's whiskey tractor beam would probably have fouled me up at a younger age.)
-If anyone's got the hook-up with the California Highway Patrol's 11-99 Foundation, get at me!
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