I Danced My Legs Down To The Knees

Let's Post Some Links to Things That Have Nothing to Do With Me

Rediscovery! Not that relevant, but very cool.

This is very funny to me--I'll admit, I fell for it.

"I Thought Douzain Was Like, The Mets' Backup Third Baseman or Something."

Last Wednesday (the tenth) I'm on a field trip to the Textile Museum of Canada with Darrell Rubio, Mark Conmigo and several other ASE students from the Art, Photography, and English (?--for some reason) classes. One exhibit, 'The Dance of Pattern,' consists of textiles from all around the world. (Another, 'A Terrible Beauty,' consists of wallpaper made of insect corpses, but we won't get into that.) Sitting on the floor around a Turkish rug, we are invited by the tour guide (alas, not a gay man--another thing we won't get into--but rather a boring middle-aged woman with a bad back) to look at an African textile with myriad white spots and various blends of colours around them. We are informed that the pattern was created by tying hundreds (at least) of ties and then dying the fabric--like a regular tie-dyed item, but with hundreds of ties. We are importuned by the tour guide to imagine how many ties there must be, upon which a conversation something like this occurred:

MARK: I wonder how many ties there are? (Mark probably didn't say anything, but I feel the re-telling wants his inclusion.)
DARRELL: Must be like, millions.
MIC: Nah. Maybe a couple dozen. (I maintain that 'a couple dozen'--much like 'four dollars'--is an inherently funny amount.)
DARRELL: (beat) A couple... DOUZAIN?

At which point Darrell and I began laughing hysterically, I so hard that I fall over on my side, crushing my sunglasses (in my hip pocket) completely out of shape. Attempts to fix them, or to continue to wear them despite their broken state, elicited so much hilarity from outside sources that I simply left them on the subway when we arrived at Kennedy. Also they made fun of my Army-surplus man-purse.

So I bought some new sunglasses:



I'm shocked!

They fulfill my criteria:

1. They should wrap around to keep the light out of the sides of my eyes.
2. They should be opaque/mirrored.
3. They should cost about fourteen dollars.

It's funny how if you look at the picture, you can see a reflection of the screen, and therefore of the picture, on the glasses. If my camera were better it would be like two opposing mirrors, reflecting ad infinitum--and beyond!

Also I'm going away for the week-end. Back Tuesday morning probably.

Also gay men are awesome. Shout-outs to my gay men everywhere!