Dear Diary,
Has anyone noticed the precipitous decline in the quality of onions lately? The Kroger displays, even at the fancy one, feature nothing but squishy, half-rotten examples. And it's not just the red onions. I'd expect this shit from Harvest foods- I mean, they can't even be bothered to label their milk correctly- but not from my solid rock of bourgeois groceridom.
On a probably unrelated note*, I'm back to having dreams in which people tend to die in my presence, because of things I do. This morning I ended up having to hide my car in an abandoned barn somewhere in Northeast Arkansas and striking off on foot so they wouldn't catch me. I woke up too soon to see if that was a winning strategy, though.
In case you forgot, Gwen Ifill is awesome. Apparently she's not a cleaning lady, though.
Also: I had my throat jumped down last night because asserted- just as I had in a recent conversation- that WWI was the ''hipster war" (the disagreeing party stated that the Spanish Civil War was the real hipster war. Now, this would be absolutely correct, if we're viewing it through the lens of its contemporary image and impact. BUT, the point was about WWII and its place in American mythology. Whereas that war, which occupies an ever-larger [it seems to me, anyway (a movement from direct experience to the experience of an idea of that conflict allows framing of that conflict in more mythological terms-does that make sense? Or is it just terribly obvious? Yeah, it's kind of obvious, isn't it..) ] place in the American self-image, is firmly implanted into popular culture, WWI has virtually no part. So, viewed through that lens, WWI becomes the "hip" war-the one that ended it all, the one that started it all, the one that [as the truly enlightened know] was the real deal.
So am I arguing that WWII is tainted because it's been so firmly embraced in the popular mind? Maybe to those who enjoy being somehow above pop culture; then wouldn't it become more stylish to argue that the real source of the 20th century was Mr. Princip, and not Mr. Hitler?
For further discussions, see: Treaty of Sèvres vs. Bretton Woods, impact [TBA])
Disclaimer: this post was not meant to impugne anybody, really, and is so poorly organized and argued that it would be difficult, I think, to find offense. And I don't hate America.
*Lack of onions=homicidal dreams?
6 comentaris:
WWI was the real deal. No one gives a shit about the Spanish Civil War, jesus.
Paris 1919 forever!
I HAVE noticed the decline in onions, and I find it alarming! In Helena, they've declined in quality and risen in price, and I am at a loss. I'm growing some onions in my little dirt patch in front of my house, but the cold spell really took its toll on their growth.
About Gwen Ifill -- I would like to think that maybe Imus was just trying to clarify some basic things ontologically. You know, as an exercise in comfort. "Dogs are not wheelbarrows. The moon is not a semicolon. Gwen Ifill is not a cleaning lady." When the world is a confusing and scary place, that kind of stuff can help.
Alex: No one except G. Orwell, I guess.
Benji: Man, that Don I. is so cutting-edge.
Also, I got good onions at Wal-Mart. They don't fuck around. They probably killed people for those onions. Fuck yeah.
Lame!
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