I am so freaking bored. Bored and listening to Madonna.

Hey! My dad has a Wikipedia entry... sort of. Check it -- Postbeat Poets

That's my dad standing next to Alan Ginsberg!

I guess no one really cares about poetry anymore, which is a sadness. There's a gentle simplicity in poetry (even the fiery kind) that I think culture nowadays is sorely lacking. (Like I should talk! I'm a terrible poet. Irony. Because my dad IS a poet and a thumping goodin' too -- but I might not be the best, most impartial judge.) But to those who know poetry -- fuck yeah.

I once had a guy who I worked with who actually knew who Ginsberg was. I was floored. Because, for those who don't know, Allen Ginsberg was not only an influential poet who changed the face of his art, he was also an integral figure in the peace movement in the sixties. No that anyone knows this.

Leave it to me to know someone semi-famous.

Anyway. This guy I worked with knew about Ginsberg and was appropriately impressed. Then he asked the question -- what was he like? It's funny, for me he wasn't some sort of mythical guru poet. He was just Allen. He was an odd man. He shopped at Goodwill and Salvation Army. He had a weird, gravelly voice. When he hadn't seen you in awhile, his first question was: "How's your sex life?"

He asked me this once when I was sixteen. I looked at him balefully and answered: "Well, I'm sixteen. Sooooo.... pretty bad."

Anyway, I suppose this kind of thing happens to anyone who has known or knows someone famous or semi-famous or whatever. But it's weird when it happens to you. Like, just because someone was culturally important that doesn't mean they all of a sudden become some sort of untouchable god. Which is why I find it odd and kind of funny when people freak out when faced with a celebrity.

Like, I was watching the Tyra show today. Jessica Alba was on and she surprised some fans -- and they sort of freaked out a little.

Or like when we saw TMBG in Detroit once -- before the show, they were eating in the same restaurant as us and my sister nearly had a coronary. She kept glancing over at them, whispering to me if she ought to go up and say something. She wanted me to go with, but I refused. They're human beings, man. And they just wanted to eat before the show. Let 'em be. Let 'em relax. But she kept going on and on about it. Finally, I told her she should either just do it or not, because spazing out wasn't helping much. In the end, she just kept spazing and never talked to them. It's not like they would have bitten her head off and pissed in the stump or anything.

*sigh* Humans are strange creatures sometimes.

Incidentally, I just found out someone I knew from High School is now the size of a bus. This isn't something new, really. Fat happens. But she was kind of a bitch to me. And I can't help the fact that it brings a wide, secret smile to my face.

There's a tin of herring on my parent's computer desk... it's not open, but it's there. The herrings on the package are staring at me. Stop it.

Blech.

I might have already told you this.
But the Portal references are greatly appreciated.
» middaymoon on 2008-02-01 09:16:14

It is the best of games.
The whole Orange Box is just so much fun. Half Life 2 was my life, for a while.

But then I beat it. The only downside is that all the games are kind of short, Portal included. GlaDOS is hilarious.
» middaymoon on 2008-02-01 11:31:12

where's the ice cream in the entry??
» renaye on 2008-02-02 06:20:48

I don't think I've ever known anybody famous... just people who were influential within their communities. :P
» randomjunk on 2008-02-02 03:57:54

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