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Hello, Hello

I’m watching and listening to The Beatles’ Hello, Goodbye, having been earwormed with it:

The Beatles – Hello Goodbye

A simple song, almost like an exercise in opposites. That’s how the song came about, according to the Wikipedia page. Listening to it, something lifts from me.

Some of you may have heard that we recently lost my cousin, Clay Cobb, to complications following the flu. Clay was only fourteen. He’s the son of my mother’s half-brother, the nephew of the aunt who took such good care of me while I was struggling to live in San Francisco. He was one of the kids in her summer rock band camp.
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Someone Else’s Neuroses

This is going to be one of those posts I might oughtn’t to write on the modern Internet, now that everyone is here and knows where you live and won’t accept your unborn children to Choate because you once blogged that the school’s name bears a resemblance to slang for an otherwise unnamed part of the male nether regions — I did so prefer the Internet before you-all got here, GIA — but I started this blog to write on noteworthy experiences in New York City. The training I chose as an undergrad was formal, written ruminating, in the tradition of Rousseau. And I’d like to think that if Rousseau had bed bugs, he’d have written about the experience of getting rid of them, because it gives one pause.

*goes to google whether Rousseau wrote about bedbugs*

*finds google’s results to be roughly the quality of bed bug feces*

I have bed bugs. Had, past tense, hopefully, if yesterday’s treatment took. No shame in it. Everyone gets ‘em these days. Upper East Siders. Department stores. Trump, I think. A former roommate who is also an EMT and who had them herself admonishes that it’s not an indicator of lack of cleanliness.

But god, will it ever make you feel like you have social herpes. All over your face. (Continued)

Blank Textbooks

I just googled “blank textbooks.” I was doing so because I wanted to allude in a presentation to Richard Feynman’s story about reviewing textbooks for use in California schools, being handed blank textbooks and being told to comment on their worthiness anyway. I wanted to do this because it should not ever, ever be forgotten that the textbook marketing and development process is rather like watching sausage get made. It’s an awareness that diminishes appetites, and it’s another reason to never take the quality of the US educational system for granted.
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Everything but country and rap

I recently stumbled across the “Musically Oblivious Eighth-Grader” meme. The top picture on that entry in Know Your Meme is this:

This pleaseth me mightily. Listening for the line “I listen to everything except country and rap” has always been my favorite way to weed out potential dating material, because as far as I can tell, it translates to this: (Continued)

TSA Experience, 101126

After four flights and two check-ins, my final leg of travel in nine days finally confronted me with a millimeter-wave scanner. At Detroit, every passenger who had put their bag on the scanner was waved into the line for the millimeter-wave scanner (and, I should note, this meant we did not go through the metal detectors.) Passenger after passenger went into the booth and put their hands on their heads. I opted out.
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TSA Experience, 101117

As I’ve been following the movement to resist the use of backscatter scanners at airports, and people are being encouraged to report their experiences to the ACLU as well as the general public, I thought I should report my experience with the TSA this morning:
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Do the Tighten Up!

Hi everybody! We are YMO, from Tokyo, Japan! Now, Tighten Up was very popular in Houston, Texas? With Archie Bell, and the Drells? Now, tighten up! Takahashi! Sakamoto! Yo La Tengo! Lynda Barry! Come on, everybody! Sock it to me, Sakamoto! JAPANESE GENTLEMEN, STAND UP PLEASE!

DO THE TIGHTEN UP!

What We Won’t Be This Halloween

I stumbled across the most amazing costume site. (yes “stumbled” closeted furry tendencies hushed up shhh SHUT IT YOU) It would appear that somewhere in China, a factory owner discovered the lucrative nature of cosplay and its related arts in the furry fandom, and began to belabor his poorly-paid workers into cranking out a ludicrous array of animal costumes (along with some Japanese fetish wear that is better left unlinked-to). I give you: COSPLAYGATE. (Someone has apparently planned their branding for the future day on which Obama is discovered to be dressing as a loli on his days off?)

The Kinky Bird
Kinky Sea Monster (The site is filled with outfits bearing strategically-placed zippers, but these do not appear to be that kind of “kinky”)
Obediently Tiger
Round Mouth Bear (also violates truth-in-advertising laws somewhere)
Etiquette Bear
Skirt Blame Bear (Good, because we can’t have the bear blaming the skirt, that just perpetuates victimization?)
Pink Ear Polar Bear (Continued)

Epic Moving Day

Last Sunday was moving day.

I should describe my new apartment before I explain what happened. My new place is in a building where I lived for the past two years in another unit. The building is excellent: renovated in 2008, no roaches, no bedbugs, laundry on premises, elevators, a guy who sits in the lobby for evening security, and a super who is highly attentive. The unit itself is, in the words of the super, “chulo” (sweet). Third floor, interesting and not-too-annoying layout, excellent amount of sky view. The tawny brick of the building and the brand new bamboo floors combine with the excellent amount of western and southern sunlight to reflect, giving the apartment’s interior pink and golden hues.

Let’s just keep that lovely image in mind as I describe how Sunday went down.
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Did You Know?

Russell Hoban (Riddley Walker author)’s son Wieland is one year younger than me, is a composer famous in his own right (though I suspect he writes music which is hard to listen to), and has written an article about phone ringtones which references that goddamn Theodor Adorno piece about jazz which makes everyone hate Adorno?

Or did you know that the Muppet special Emmett Otter’s Jug Band Christmas was also based on a book by Hoban?

You didn’t know, but Wikipedia did. Yay Wikipedia!

Also: How many degrees of separation between Russell Hoban and Espen Aarseth on Wikipedia? Two counting the Riddley Walker page, but there’s no indication Aarseth is aware of the novel. I wonder who’s aware of both Riddley Walker and Espen Aarseth? I can’t figure it out from the Wikipedia history page.

Why did this suddenly come up? I’m not far from Canterbury, that’s why.

And now, back to something that was doubtless less obscure to you than this blog post. (Go ahead. No, really.)