5.15.2004
ten thoughts inspired my my high school yearbook
(forgive me, this will be another silly entry... kinda getting back into this after a few weeks)
being at my parents affords me a look at my high school yearbook, inspiring the following thoughts:
1. my affected, misanthropic high school front seems an awful lot less rebellious ten years after the fact, which pretty much goes without saying-- except for the fact that it's actually my sister's yearbook i get to look through rather than my own. in a gesture of great suburban torture, 17 year old dan refused to purchase one. which, in 2004, strikes me as a hell of a lot lamer than owning the goddamn thing in the first place.
2. mall-chick hair was still in full effect in 1994.
3. 1994 looks remarkably similiar to what i imagine 1984 looking like in my brain. i think the dress-up factor in those posed photos eliminated a lot of grunge residue and inserted a look of "my parents bought me this suit" in its place. which somehow amounts to 1984.
4. my personal photo is a strange paradox of crappiness... my shoulder length alterna-hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which is hidden behind my head in the picture. this has two results. first, i look vaguely gordon gecko-esque, with a gray suit and inexplicably slick hair with no beginning or end. unless you know i had a ponytail. second, i avoided the unfrozen-caveman-lawyer effect of "dude with long hair in a suit." unlike several of my other friends who look strikingly ridiculous as a result of this. still not sure if i made the right move or not. oh, and this guy kevin who everybody used to say looked like kurt cobain?? he looked exactly like kurt cobain. we were right all along.
5. there were at least 400 extracurricular activities at my high school, and they're all listed morse-code-style at the beginning of students' "thank you" posts. some kids had like 25 of them. what were these things?? what were all of these people up to???
6. the people i remember looking too old for high school not only still look too old for high school, but look shockingly old in 2004. which proves my theory that certain people came out of the womb at age thirty-five.
7. there may very well have been narcs in my high school after all (see #6).
8. several boys had still not hit puberty at the age of 17, and surprisingly, i am not one of them. i looked like a fully blossomed 17 year old girl.
9. the seating arrangements for the group photo seem like something out of a nazi rally. all of the football players are dead center/front row, with cryptic nonsense written on their matching t-shits. their girlfriends unfold across the center of the shot behind them, leaving the rest of us filling in the periphery as if we're to be carted off to a leper colony immediately following the shot. ok, not that bad. i'm just trying to have a little fun here.
10. no one was as cool as they say/think they were in high school. and in retrospect, i wasted a lot of time in early art school feeling bad about not growing up in thurston moore's basement on a steady diet of macrobiotic thai food with the velvet underground on in the background.
being at my parents affords me a look at my high school yearbook, inspiring the following thoughts:
1. my affected, misanthropic high school front seems an awful lot less rebellious ten years after the fact, which pretty much goes without saying-- except for the fact that it's actually my sister's yearbook i get to look through rather than my own. in a gesture of great suburban torture, 17 year old dan refused to purchase one. which, in 2004, strikes me as a hell of a lot lamer than owning the goddamn thing in the first place.
2. mall-chick hair was still in full effect in 1994.
3. 1994 looks remarkably similiar to what i imagine 1984 looking like in my brain. i think the dress-up factor in those posed photos eliminated a lot of grunge residue and inserted a look of "my parents bought me this suit" in its place. which somehow amounts to 1984.
4. my personal photo is a strange paradox of crappiness... my shoulder length alterna-hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which is hidden behind my head in the picture. this has two results. first, i look vaguely gordon gecko-esque, with a gray suit and inexplicably slick hair with no beginning or end. unless you know i had a ponytail. second, i avoided the unfrozen-caveman-lawyer effect of "dude with long hair in a suit." unlike several of my other friends who look strikingly ridiculous as a result of this. still not sure if i made the right move or not. oh, and this guy kevin who everybody used to say looked like kurt cobain?? he looked exactly like kurt cobain. we were right all along.
5. there were at least 400 extracurricular activities at my high school, and they're all listed morse-code-style at the beginning of students' "thank you" posts. some kids had like 25 of them. what were these things?? what were all of these people up to???
6. the people i remember looking too old for high school not only still look too old for high school, but look shockingly old in 2004. which proves my theory that certain people came out of the womb at age thirty-five.
7. there may very well have been narcs in my high school after all (see #6).
8. several boys had still not hit puberty at the age of 17, and surprisingly, i am not one of them. i looked like a fully blossomed 17 year old girl.
9. the seating arrangements for the group photo seem like something out of a nazi rally. all of the football players are dead center/front row, with cryptic nonsense written on their matching t-shits. their girlfriends unfold across the center of the shot behind them, leaving the rest of us filling in the periphery as if we're to be carted off to a leper colony immediately following the shot. ok, not that bad. i'm just trying to have a little fun here.
10. no one was as cool as they say/think they were in high school. and in retrospect, i wasted a lot of time in early art school feeling bad about not growing up in thurston moore's basement on a steady diet of macrobiotic thai food with the velvet underground on in the background.
a quick, technical update
well, through a sort of downgrade, it appears that this site will get to continue. my now deceased '97 mac will soon be replaced by my dad's old PC. my dad was very sweet and erased a hundred billion tax programing files (he's an accountant-- making my existence a bit more mysterious... huh huh), so despite its "vintage status," i believe it'll work out ok. at the moment, i'm dog sitting for ma and pa, so i'm on a far fancier computer. to make this post a tiny bit more exciting here are 6 good movies with warren oates in them. i watched peter fonda's the hired hand this week-- which is ok (more on that later, perhaps)-- and came to terms with the fact that oates is one of my all time favorite actors...
(no chronological order, but the ones in bold are essential)
the wild bunch
two lane blacktop
dillinger
bring me the head of alfredo garcia: this one is tricky, because it's essential as a warren oates flick, but maybe not as completely essential overall. an interesting anomaly.
cockfighter
badlands
more later, friends...
(no chronological order, but the ones in bold are essential)
the wild bunch
two lane blacktop
dillinger
bring me the head of alfredo garcia: this one is tricky, because it's essential as a warren oates flick, but maybe not as completely essential overall. an interesting anomaly.
cockfighter
badlands
more later, friends...
