Blargh

[shanmonster]

Maybe I'll get a job getting all dolled-up to sell insanely expensive clothing (eg. tshirts for about $100) at a boutique downtown. I spoke with the manager and staff, and they seemed really nice. I also applied at the Salvation Army, where I'd be wearing ugly clothes and mostly selling crap while listening to Jesus music. While there, I picked up a copy of Yevgeny Zamyatin's We. It's been a long time since I last read a Russian novel.

I still have to try out a whole scad of job leads, including the new club opening downtown. Maybe they need a DJ.

This afternoon, I went to the library in an attempt to find peer-reviewed journal articles on Middle Eastern dance and self-discovery. I wasn't surprised that I couldn't find any. I mean, there are such articles, but the Harriet Irving Library does not have them, and I don't have time to order them in. Instead, I found a promising article on butoh, a dance form of which I know very, very little. I'm hoping those of you in the know can read my findings and let me know if I'm completely off base or not.

In the meantime, here are the rest of the links clogging up my computer.

Toy Geiger Counter by Bell Products (ca. 1950s): Not all responses to the nuclear age were dreary. Some were bright, cheery, and fun to play with.

Larry Hagman on Confronting Death: Unremarkable except that J.R. wants to be turned into a magic cake when he dies (thanks, Michelle W.).

Talisac (Tortured Souls): Not all dolls are supposed to be pretty. This action figure comes from the imagination of Clive Barker, so you should be able to guess how repulsive it is.

Single Handed Keyboards: I won't say anything, because you're already thinking it.

Looking for Those Domestic Abuse PSAs?: These Canadian advertisements don't pull any punches.

And now for a bit of wisdom from my guestbook. "Witchy" sends me a recipe for preventing colds (and also, possibly, for clogging plumbing):

i love the site. here is a potion i made up it is to keep you from catching a cold during the winter:
1 fallen leaf, ripped up
1 small bag of sawdust
1 cup of warm water

pour some of this into a small jar and keep it in your dresser. pour the rest of it down the shower drain while saying:
protect me
oh protect me now
from the cold and winter's rath
humana mekay estoo flee!

Thanks, Witchy!

Comments

[zombienought.livejournal.com]

It's been a long time since I last read a Russian novel.

Apparently not long enough. :-P

Hagman's tie is awful. He looks a bit
like Bill Clinton. I guess it's the
alcoholic's nose.

I loved the domestic abuse posters I
saw in Toronto several years ago, with
a woman all bruised and wearing jewelry,
with the phrase, "He loves me," pointing
to the jewelry, and "He loves me not,"
pointing to the bruises. Also, the
workplace safety posters were pretty cool,
too, with people having hook hands and
the like.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

I take it you're not a fan of Russian literature. I've read quite a few Russian books/plays which I really enjoyed, like Amen-Ra (which I can find no mention of anywhere online)--a satire of the Russian cosmonaut system. I also like Anton Checkov's works, and some Dostoevsky. They sure beat Danielle Steele.

I'd like to get my Russian language skills up to snuff so that I can read these books in the original language. But something tells me that's not going to happen.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Aha. I found it. It's actually called Omon Ra, and it's by Victor Pelevin.