wicked weekend wrapup
The subject is an old favorite that I used to use whenever I would post to the pb-cle list about my weekends.
Anyhoo…
I realized today that I missed two things on Saturday. One was the deadline to apply for the CLO internship. I admit that I kind of let that lapse because the whole episode with the guy and the answering machine just really pissed me off. I'll just have to find something else.
The other was the Mofones show at the Quiet Storm. Mofones, if you're out there, I'm very sorry. I was there in spirit.
Speaking of the Quiet Storm, I'm going there this evening to interview a gal from the Penn Avenue Arts Initiative for my Nonfiction 2 class. This irks me for a few reasons. One is that, nothing at all against the gal from PAAI, I DO NOT feel like doing any school work at the moment. I think it's mostly the fact that I have to venture out in this weather. I know that once I get my interview rolling I'll feel differently since I'm quite interested in the PAAI.
Another reason is that this will be my fourth trip to the Quiet Storm. Every time that I've been there I've had this intense feeling of “I don't belong here.” There's a far too high population of hipsters there, and I just can't deal. Also, and this might be a little pernickety of me, I can't process the name of the place correctly. I don't know what they were going for when they named it, but every time I say or hear it I think of the SNL sketch with Tim Meadows as a smooth R&B DJ who hosts a show called the Quiet Storm. Every time he says it, he pushes a button that plays the sound of this gentle thunder…like it was sampled from sounds of nature or Pure Moods CD.
I went to a women's clinic on Sunday. Nothing serious, don't worry. But I just had to laugh because…well…the waiting room was painted pink and they had this display case with some fish tanks in it and a couple of strands of silk flowers and ivy. On the stereo they were playing, and I'm not making this up, Natalie Merchant. It was so stereotypical and screamed “WOMEN'S CLINIC” that I simply had to giggle. The girls that worked there looked like kinder, gentler versions of the womynists from the movie PCU. They were very nice, though so I really shouldn't rip on them.
I'm eating this dried fruit that I got at Foodland yesterday called Fruitlings. Very good stuff. But on the back of the package it says, “Fruitlings are spirited bits of nature that make everything more fun.” What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I wonder if they really do make everything more fun, though. I think I'll take some to, oh, I don't know, a KKK rally and see if I start cheering when the cross goes up in flames. If I don't I'm going to sue Fruitlings for false claims.
