Wrecking Ball

3 July, 2009

I know I keep saying that I’ve quit painting for good

Time: 6:05 pm

comingoutofthedark

but I probably need to make at least one painting of Gloria Estefan performing Coming out of the Dark* at the 1991 AMAs** before I can make good on that promise.


* I had a brief moment of panic over the “out” in that song title, but “out of” is indeed a prepositional phrase, so the “out” is not capitalized. It took me, like, thirty seconds and some Googling to convince myself that it wasn’t an adverb. This is a new personal low for me. (North Americans, as a lot, seem pathologically unable to get it through their heads that prepositions aren’t capitalized in titles. Let’s not even start about people who don’t capitalize “it.” It’s a fucking pronoun, people; were you raised by wolves?)

** That was her first public performance after nearly a year of physical therapy following a horrific bus accident, of course, hence the tears and the standing ovation. It was inspirational. I am neither joking nor drunk, it’s worth pointing out.

Chintziest. Diploma. Ever.

Categories: Crabbing, Windsor
Time: 4:32 pm

diploma

I was almost a bit conflicted about not walking, graduation day (convocation? Is that what people call it in this country?), since I didn’t walk for my Bachelor’s, either (though I did at least attend the ceremony, unlike this time). But then I finally got around to picking my diploma up from the registrar’s office, and let me tell you: I am so relieved that I didn’t spend half a day sitting in the middle of the cross country field (or wherever they held the thing) in a damn dress just to shake hands with a dude who barely knows where my department is located is on campus and pick up this abortion of a certificate. My high school diploma was fancier than this. Shit looks like those free samples they used to send out with the Paper Direct catalog in the early nineties. I take that back, the Paper Direct samples would at least have had a damn border.

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