I don't give a hoot about all the negative crits out there. I thoroughly enjoyed Men Who Stare at Goats. George Clooney+Jeff Bridges+Kevin Spacey+Ewan McGregor...could you ask for more? Apparently, you could. But I wouldn't.
I am tempted by the following ad I found on Craigslist:
Santa's and Elves Wanted!
You bring the Jolly- We'll bring the suit!
Want to make some extra cash for this Christmas? Up to 20+ per hour?
Do you love performing and interacting with young children?
TEC Entertainment is an entertainment company looking for great people to portray popular christmas characters this winter at parties and events!
We provide the costume and supplies, you bring your amazing acting abilities!
If you have your own costume- it's a plus- please send us a photo. Each job ranges from 1-2 hours or more. Jobs booked by an on-call basis.
No previous experience necessary! Will train! We are currently scheduling interviews reply today!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
ahead by a century
Because she had the requisite bob haircut, a co-worker decided to go as a flapper for Halloween. Chatter about cigarette holders, swinging necklaces, and high heels ensued. I gushed about how much I love 20's fashion.
And then it occurred to me:
By the time I have grandchildren of my own, I won't be able to say things like "I dig '50's nostalgia" or "'20's fashion is resurfacing" (not that I'd ever want to say things like that).
As a member of a generation that essentially straddles 2 centuries - one foot planted firmly in the tumultuous 20th, another tiptoeing tenuously into a new slew of undefined decades - there will come a time that requires us to specify not only a decade but also a century in casual conversation. Our grandchildren will identify with their OWN 20's...a decade that will, I'm sure, diverge in every way possible from its 20th century counterpart. We'll have to disengage automatic associations and rewire the way we define the 30's, 40's...even my beloved 60's. With time, those decades will have to be permanently fastened to their "19__" prefix in order to make any sense.
It's strange, to me at least, that my generation will live through decades I associate with history textbooks and vintage art posters.
And since I opened this post with a reference to Halloween costumes, I feel like it's ok to jump back a bit and say that, after much deliberation (too much, really), we went with Team Zissou apparel. Easy, cheap, hip.
And then it occurred to me:
By the time I have grandchildren of my own, I won't be able to say things like "I dig '50's nostalgia" or "'20's fashion is resurfacing" (not that I'd ever want to say things like that).
As a member of a generation that essentially straddles 2 centuries - one foot planted firmly in the tumultuous 20th, another tiptoeing tenuously into a new slew of undefined decades - there will come a time that requires us to specify not only a decade but also a century in casual conversation. Our grandchildren will identify with their OWN 20's...a decade that will, I'm sure, diverge in every way possible from its 20th century counterpart. We'll have to disengage automatic associations and rewire the way we define the 30's, 40's...even my beloved 60's. With time, those decades will have to be permanently fastened to their "19__" prefix in order to make any sense.
It's strange, to me at least, that my generation will live through decades I associate with history textbooks and vintage art posters.
And since I opened this post with a reference to Halloween costumes, I feel like it's ok to jump back a bit and say that, after much deliberation (too much, really), we went with Team Zissou apparel. Easy, cheap, hip.
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